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. I was heart-whole from the corroding passion for play.
My gaming was a mere idle amusement. I never resorted to it by necessity,
because I never knew what it was to want money. I never practiced it so
incessantly as to lose more than I could afford, or to gain more than I could
coolly pocket without being thrown off my balance by my good luck. In short, I
had hitherto frequented gambling-tables--just as I frequented ball-rooms and
opera-houses--because they amused me, and because I had nothing better to do
with my leisure hours.
But on this occasion it was very different--now, for the first time in my
life, I felt what the passion for play really was. My success first bewildered,
and then, in the most literal meaning of the word, intoxicated me. Incredible as
it may appear, it is nevertheless true, that I only lost when I attempted to
estimate chances, and played according to previous calculation. If I left
everything to luck, and staked without any care or consideration, I was sure to
win--to win in the face of every recognized probability in favor of the bank. At
first some of the men present ventured their money safely enough on my color;
but I speedily increased my stakes to sums which they dared not risk. One after
another they left off playing, and breathlessly looked on at my game.
Still, time after time, I staked higher and higher, and still won. The
excitement in the room rose to fever pitch. The silence was interrupted by a
deep-muttered chorus of oaths and exclamations in different languages, every
time the gold was shoveled across to my side of the table--even the
imperturbable croupier dashed his rake on the floor in a (French) fury of
astonishment at my success. But one man present preserved his self-possession,
and that man was my friend. He came to my side, and whispering in English,
begged me to leave the place, satisfied with what I had already gained. I must
do him the justice to say that he repeated his warnings and entreaties several
times, and only left me and went away after I had rejected his advice (I was to
all intents and purposes gambling drunk) in terms which rendered it impossible
for him to address me again that night.
Shortly after he had gone, a hoarse voice behind me cried: "Permit me, my
dear sir--permit me to restore to their proper place two napoleons which you
have dropped. Wonderful luck, sir! I pledge you my word of honor, as an old
soldier, in the course of my long experience in this sort of thing, I never saw
such luck as yours--never! Go on, sir--SacrŽ mille bombes! Go on boldly, and
break the bank!"
I turned round and saw, nodding and smiling at me with inveterate civility,
a tall man, dressed in a frogged and braided surtout.
If I had been in my senses, I should have considered him, personally, as
being rather a suspicious specimen of an old soldier. He had goggling, bloodshot
eyes, mangy mustaches, and a broken nose. His voice betrayed a barrack-room
intonation of the worst order, and he had the dirtiest pair of hands I ever
saw--even in France. These little personal peculiarities exercised, however, no
repelling influence on me. In the mad excitement, the reckless triumph of that
moment, I was ready to "fraternize" with anybody who encouraged me in my game. I
accepted the old soldier's offered pinch of snuff; clapped him on the back, and
swore he was the honestest fellow in the world--the most glorious relic of the
Grand Army that I had ever met with. "Go on!" cried my military friend, snapping
his fingers in ecstasy--"Go on, and win! Break the bank--Mille tonnerres! my
gallant English comrade, break the bank!"

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. I was heart-whole from the corroding passion for play.My gaming was a mere idle amusement. I never resorted to it by necessity,because I never knew what it was to want money. I never practiced it soincessantly as to lose more than I could afford, or to gain more than I couldcoolly pocket without being thrown off my balance by my good luck. In short, Ihad hitherto frequented gambling-tables--just as I frequented ball-rooms andopera-houses--because they amused me, and because I had nothing better to dowith my leisure hours. But on this occasion it was very different--now, for the first time in mylife, I felt what the passion for play really was. My success first bewildered,and then, in the most literal meaning of the word, intoxicated me. Incredible asit may appear, it is nevertheless true, that I only lost when I attempted toestimate chances, and played according to previous calculation. If I lefteverything to luck, and staked without any care or consideration, I was sure towin--to win in the face of every recognized probability in favor of the bank. Atfirst some of the men present ventured their money safely enough on my color;but I speedily increased my stakes to sums which they dared not risk. One afteranother they left off playing, and breathlessly looked on at my game. Still, time after time, I staked higher and higher, and still won. Theexcitement in the room rose to fever pitch. The silence was interrupted by abergumam dalam paduan suara sumpah dan seruan dalam bahasa yang berbeda, setiapwaktu emas shoveled di sisi saya tabel--bahkanBandar diganggu berlari menyapu nya di lantai di kemarahan (Perancis)takjub saya sukses. Tapi satu orang hadir diawetkan dia penguasaan diri sendiri,dan orang ini adalah teman saya. Dia datang ke sisi saya dan berbisik-bisik di Inggris,memohon saya untuk meninggalkan tempat, puas dengan apa yang telah saya peroleh. Saya harusDia melakukan keadilan untuk mengatakan bahwa ia mengulangi nya peringatan dan entreaties beberapakali, dan hanya meninggalkan saya dan pergi setelah saya telah menolak saran-nya (aku adalah untukSemua maksud dan tujuan perjudian mabuk) dalam istilah yang menjadikannya mustahilbaginya untuk alamat saya lagi malam itu. Tak lama setelah ia pergi, suara serak di belakang saya berseru: "Biarlah saya, sayaDear sir--mengizinkan saya untuk memulihkan mereka Four tempat dua yang Andatelah jatuh. Indah keberuntungan, sir! Aku berjanji Anda kata-kata saya kehormatan, sebagai tuaprajurit, dalam pengalaman panjang dalam semacam ini hal, aku tidak pernah melihatberuntung sebagai Anda--pernah! Pergi, sir--SacrŽ mille bombes! Pergi pada berani, danistirahat bank!" Aku berbalik bulat dan melihat, mengangguk dan tersenyum padaku dengan penggemar kesopanan,seorang pria jangkung, mengenakan surtout frogged dan dikepang. Jika saya telah di indra saya, saya harus menganggap dia, secara pribadi, sebagaimenjadi agak curiga spesimen prajurit tua. Ia goggling, meraheyes, mangy mustaches, and a broken nose. His voice betrayed a barrack-roomintonation of the worst order, and he had the dirtiest pair of hands I eversaw--even in France. These little personal peculiarities exercised, however, norepelling influence on me. In the mad excitement, the reckless triumph of thatmoment, I was ready to "fraternize" with anybody who encouraged me in my game. Iaccepted the old soldier's offered pinch of snuff; clapped him on the back, andswore he was the honestest fellow in the world--the most glorious relic of theGrand Army that I had ever met with. "Go on!" cried my military friend, snappinghis fingers in ecstasy--"Go on, and win! Break the bank--Mille tonnerres! mygallant English comrade, break the bank!"