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Chapter 10

           Something—Icouldnottellwhat—heldusallforthemomentspellboundasifbyenchantment,andseveraloftheplayersatothertables,hearingoftheeccentricstakethathadbeenwageredandlost,lookedoveratuscuriouslyfromadistance.ViscountLynton,however,professedhimselfimmenselydiverted,andshookLucio’sprofferedhandheartily.

           "Youareanawfullygoodfellow!"hesaid,speakingalittlethicklyandhurriedly—"AndIassureyouseriouslyifIhadasoulIshouldbeverygladtopartwithitforathousandpoundsatthepresentmoment.Thesoulwouldn’tbeanatomofusetomeandthethousandpoundswould.ButIfeelconvincedIshallwinto-morrow!"

           "Iamequallysureyouwill!"returnedLucioaffably,"Inthemeantime,youwillnotfindmyfriendhere,GeoffreyTempest,ahardcreditor—hecanaffordtowait.Butinthecaseofthelostsoul,"—herehepaused,lookingstraightintotheyoungman’seyes—"ofcourseIcannotaffordtowait!"

           TheViscountsmiledvaguelyatthispleasantry,andalmostimmediatelyafterwardslefttheclub.Assoonasthedoorhadclosedbehindhim,severalofthegamestersexchangedsententiousnodsandglances.

           "Ruined!"saidoneoftheminasotto-voce.

           "Hisgamblingdebtsaremorethanhecaneverpay"—addedanother—"AndIhearhehaslostaclearfiftythousandontheturf."

           Theseremarksweremadeindifferently,asthoughoneshouldtalkoftheweather—nosympathywasexpressed—nopitywasted.

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