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Chapter 10

           Forheseemedliterallymaddenedbymyconstantwinnings,andcontinuedhisfoolhardyanddesperateplay—hisyoungfacegrewdrawnandsharplythin,andhiseyesglitteredwithahungryfeverishness.Theothergamesters,thoughsharinginhisrunofill-luck,seemedbetterabletostandit,orperhapstheyconcealedtheirfeelingsmorecleverly—anyhowIknowIcaughtmyselfveryearnestlywishingthatthisdevil’sluckofminewoulddesertmeandsetintheyoungViscount’sdirection.Butmywisheswerenouse—againandagainIgatheredupthestakes,tillatlasttheplayersrose,ViscountLyntonamongthem.

           "Well,I’mcleanedout!"hesaid,withaloudforcedlaugh."Youmustgivememychanceofarevancheto-morrow,MrTempest!"

           Ibowed.

           "Withpleasure!"

           Hecalledawaiterattheendoftheroomtobringhimabrandyandsoda,andmeanwhileIwassurroundedbytherestofthemen,allofthemrepeatingtheViscount’ssuggestionofa‘revanche,’andstrenuouslyurginguponmethenecessityofreturningtotheclubthenextnightinordertogivethemanopportunityofwinningbackwhattheyhadlost.Ireadilyagreed,andwhilewewereinthemidstoftalk,LuciosuddenlyaddressedyoungLynton.

           "Willyoumakeupanothergamewithme?"heinquired."I’llstartthebankwiththis,"—andheplacedtwocrispnotesoffivehundredpoundseachonthetable.

           Therewasamoment’ssilence.

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