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VII. The Morning and the Evening of a Day

           

           “Whatareyourattlinginthere?”saidWildeve.

           “Onlythedice,sir,”saidChristian,quicklywithdrawinghishand.“Whatmagicalmachinestheselittlethingsbe,Mr.Wildeve!’TisagameIshouldnevergettiredof.Wouldyoumindmytaking’emoutandlookingat’emforaminute,toseehowtheyaremade?Ididn’tliketolookclosebeforetheothermen,forfeartheyshouldthinkitbadmannersinme.”Christiantookthemoutandexaminedtheminthehollowofhishandbythelanternlight.“Thattheselittlethingsshouldcarrysuchluck,andsuchcharm,andsuchaspell,andsuchpowerin’em,passesallIeverheardorzeed,”hewenton,withafascinatedgazeatthedice,which,asisfrequentlythecaseincountryplaces,weremadeofwood,thepointsbeingburntuponeachfacewiththeendofawire.

           “Theyareagreatdealinasmallcompass,Youthink?”

           “Yes.Doyesupposetheyreallybethedevil’splaythings,Mr.Wildeve?Ifso,’tisnogoodsignthatIbesuchaluckyman.”

           “Yououghttowinsomemoney,nowthatyou’vegotthem.Anywomanwouldmarryyouthen.Nowisyourtime,Christian,andIwouldrecommendyounottoletitslip.Somemenareborntoluck,somearenot.Ibelongtothelatterclass.”

           “Didyoueverknowanybodywhowasborntoitbesidesmyself?”

           “Oyes.IonceheardofanItalian,whosatdownatagamingtablewithonlyalouis,(that’saforeignsovereign),inhispocket.Heplayedonfortwenty-fourhours,andwontenthousandpounds,strippingthebankhehadplayedagainst.

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