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ble. "Having a good time?" "_Thirty-two, red, even_," observed the croupier.... "Oh, tolerable, tolerable," assented P. Sybarite, blandly accepting counters that called for seven hundred dollars.... "In one year from to-day, I shall be thirty-three," he reckoned; and shifted a maximum to the square designated by that number.... "What do you think? Is Teddy going to get the nomination?" "I'm only very slightly interested in politics," returned Mr. Penfield. "I shouldn't like to express an opinion.... Sorry a prior engagement obliged me to keep you waiting." "_Thirty-three, black, odd_...." "Don't mention it," insisted P. Sybarite politely. "Not another word of apology--I protest! Indeed, I've managed to divert myself amazingly while waiting.... Thank you," he added in acknowledgment of another seven-hundred-dollar consignment of chips. "To-day," he mused aloud, "is the thirteenth of April--" "The fourteenth," corrected Mr. Penfield: "to-day is only about two hours old." "Right you are," admitted P. Sybarite, shifting twenty dollars from the 13 to the 14. "Careless memory of mine ..." "_Thirteen, black, odd_...." "There, now! You see--you spoiled my aim," P. Sybarite complained peevishly. "Forgive me," murmured Mr. Penfield while P. Sybarite made another wager. "Are you in a hurry to break the bank?" he added. "It's my ambition," modestly confessed the little man, watching a second twenty gathered in to the benefit of the house. "But I've only a few minutes more--and you do play such a _darned_ small game." "Perhaps I can arrange matters for you," suggested Mr. Penfield. "You'd like the limit removed?" "Not as bad as all that. Make the maximum a hundred, and I'll begin to feel at home." "Delighted to oblige. You won't object to my rolling for you?" Penfield nodded to the croupier; who (first paying P. Sybarite seven hundred on his last wager) surrendered his place. "Not in the least," agreed P. Sybarite, marshalling his chips in stacks of five: twenty-five dollars each. "It's an honour," he added, covering several numbers as Penfield deftly set ball and wheel in motion. He won the first fall; and encouraged by this, began to play extravagantly, sowing the board liberally with wagers of twenty-five, fifty, and one hundred dollars each. Hardly ever the ball clattered to a lodgment but he cashed one or another of these; and the number of times that the house paid him thirty-five hund
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