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Chapter 8

           ThefairfaceofLadySibylhauntedmymind—andIfelt,withanodoubtfoolishsentimentality,thatIwouldratherkeepmythoughtsofhersacred,andunpollutedbycontactwiththingsoflowertone.

           "Notto-night;"—Isaid—thenhalfsmiling,Iadded—"Itmustberatheraone-sidedaffairforothermentogamblewithyou,Lucio!Youcanaffordtolose—andperhapstheycan’t."

           "Iftheycan’t,theyshouldn’tplay,"—heanswered—"Amanshouldatleastknowhisownmindandhisowncapacity;ifhedoesn’t,heisnomanatall.AsfarasIhavelearnedbylongexperience,thosewhogamblelikeit,andwhentheylikeit,Ilikeit.I’lltakeyouwithmeto-morrowifyoucaretoseethefun—oneortwoveryeminentmenaremembersoftheclub,thoughofcoursetheywouldn’thaveitknownforworlds.Youshan’tlosemuch—I’llseetothat."

           "Allright—to-morrowitshallbe!"—Iresponded,forIdidnotwishtoappearasthoughIgrudgedlosingafewpoundsatplay—"Butto-nightIthinkI’llwritesomelettersbeforegoingtobed."

           "Yes—anddreamofLadySibyl!"saidLuciolaughing—"IfshefascinatesyouasmuchwhenyouseeheragainonThursdayyouhadbetterbeginthesiege!"

           Hewavedhishandgaily,andre-enteringhiscarriage,wasdrivenoffatafuriouspacethroughthedriftingfogandrain.

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