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Chapter 10

           "Therefore,inproposingitasastakeforthisgameatbaccarat,Ireallyproposelessthanonehairofyourhead,becausethehairisasomething,andthesoulisanothing!Come!Willyouriskthatnon-existentquantityforthechanceofwinningathousandpounds?"

           TheViscountdrainedoffthelastdropofbrandy,andturneduponus,hiseyesflushingmingledderisionanddefiance.

           "Done!"heexclaimed;whereuponthepartysatdown.

           Thegamewasbriefandinitsrapidexcitement,almostbreathless.Sixorsevenminutessufficed,andLuciorose,thewinner.HesmiledashepointedtothecounterwhichhadrepresentedViscountLynton’slaststake.

           "Ihavewon!"hesaidquietly."Butyouowemenothing,mydearViscount,inasmuchasyouriskedNothing!Weplayedthisgamesimplyforfun.IfsoulshadanyexistenceofcourseIshouldclaimyours;IwonderwhatIshoulddowithitbytheway!"Helaughedgood-humouredly."Whatnonsense,isn’tit!andhowthankfulweoughttobethatweliveinadvanceddayslikethepresent,whensuchsillysuperstitionsarebeingsweptasidebythemarchofprogressandpureReason!Good-night!TempestandIwillgiveyou,yourfullrevengeto-morrowtheluckissuretochangebythen,andyouwillprobablyhavethevictory.Againgood-night!"

           Heheldouthishandtherewasapeculiarmeltingtendernessinhisbrilliantdarkeyesanimpressivekindnessinhismanner.

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