Bred in the Bone by James Payn
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that account; and, moreover, had no rival to divide the pool with him.
"I would give five pounds if somebody would beat him," muttered the discontented parson within Yorke's hearing, who was standing aloof with his cigar watching the game. "I think I _could_," said the young man, quietly, "if I _had_ five pounds." As the pool was two pounds, and the lives were one, this was exactly the amount of pecuniary risk to be run, and which want of the necessary funds had alone prevented the young man from incurring. "Here is a fiver," replied the parson, softly. "But I really have no money," remonstrated Yorke, though his fine face lit up for a moment with delight (for he was a gambler to the core), "nor any expectation of--" "Yes, yes; you have expectations enough," answered the other, hurriedly. "You may give me that living yet yourself--who knows? Take a ball, man--take a ball." So, when another game commenced, the young landscape-painter, who had spent at least as much of his short life at those boards of green cloth called "public tables" as in studying the verdant hues of nature, made one of the combatants, and not a little astonished them by his performance. He had the eye of a hawk, with the litheness of a young panther; and his prudence during the late debauch had preserved his steadiness of hand. Mr. Theodore Fane had the misfortune to be his |
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