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Chapter 10

           TheViscountwasthirstilydrinkinghisbrandy-and-soda,andglancedovertherimofhistalltumbleratthenoteswithcovetousbloodshoteyes—thenheshruggedhisshouldersindifferently."Ican’tstakeanything,"hesaid;"I’vealreadytoldyouI’mcleanedout—‘stony-broke,’astheslanggoes.It’snousemyjoining."

           "Sitdown,sitdown,Lynton!"urgedonemannearhim."I’lllendyouenoughtogoonwith."

           "Thanks,I’drathernot!"hereturned,flushingalittle."I’mtoomuchinyourdebtalready.Awfullygoodofyouallthesame.Yougoon,youfellows,andI’llwatchtheplay."

           "LetmepersuadeyouViscountLynton,"saidLucio,lookingathimwithhisdazzlinginscrutablesmile—"justforthefunofthething!Ifyoudonotfeeljustifiedinstakingmoney,stakesomethingtriflingandmerelynominal,forthesakeofseeingwhethertheluckwillturn"—andherehetookupacounter—"Thisfrequentlyrepresentsfiftypounds—letitrepresentforoncesomethingthatisnotvaluablelikemoney—yoursoul,forexample!"Aburstoflaughterbrokefromallthemen.Luciolaughedsoftlywiththem.

           "Weallhave,Ihope,enoughinstructioninmodernsciencetobeawarethatthereisnosuchthingasasoulinexistence"—hecontinued.

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