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'
Hush!' rejoined the old man laying his hand upon her mouth,
Fortune will not bear chiding. We must not reproach her, or she
shuns us; I have found that out.'
'
Now, mister,' said the stout man. 'If you're not coming yourself, give
us the cards, will you?'
'I am coming,' cried the old man. 'Sit thee down, Nell, sit thee down
and look on. Be of good heart, it's all for thee - all - every penny. I
don't tell them, no, no, or else they wouldn't play, dreading the chance
that such a cause must give me. Look at them. See what they are and
what thou art. Who doubts that we must win!'
'The gentleman has thought better of it, and isn't coming,' said Isaac,
making as though he would rise from the table. 'I'm sorry the
gentleman's daunted - nothing venture, nothing have - but the
gentleman knows best.'
'Why I am ready. You have all been slow but me,' said the old man. 'I
wonder who is more anxious to begin than I.'
As he spoke he drew a chair to the table; and the other three closing
round it at the same time, the game commenced.
The child sat by, and watched its progress with a troubled mind.
Regardless of the run of luck, and mindful only of the desperate
passion which had its hold upon her grandfather, losses and gains
were to her alike. Exulting in some brief triumph, or cast down by a
defeat, there he sat so wild and restless, so feverishly and intensely
anxious, so terribly eager, so ravenous for the paltry stakes, that she
could have almost better borne to see him dead. And yet she was the
innocent cause of all this torture, and he, gambling with such a
savage thirst for gain as the most insatiable gambler never felt, had
not one selfish thought!
On the contrary, the other three - knaves and gamesters by their trade
-
while intent upon their game, were yet as cool and quiet as if every
virtue had been centered in their breasts. Sometimes one would look
up to smile to another, or to snuff the feeble candle, or to glance at the
lightning as it shot through the open window and fluttering curtain, or
to listen to some louder peal of thunder than the rest, with a kind of
momentary impatience, as if it put him out; but there they sat, with a
calm indifference to everything but their cards, perfect philosophers in
appearance, and with no greater show of passion or excitement than if
they had been made of stone.
The storm had raged for full three hours; the lightning had grown
fainter and less frequent; the thunder, from seeming to roll and break
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