Old Saint Paul's : a tale of the plague and the fire . I lose, I will not survive my shame. 78 OLD SAINT PAULS. * You will not forget our terms, observedParraviciii. I am to be your representativeto-night. You can return home to-morrow. Throw, sir,—throw, cried the young man,fiercely. Pardon me,** replied the Knight; the firstcast is with you. A single main decides it. Be it so, returned Disbrowe, seizing thebox. And as he shook the dice with a frenziedair, the Major and Lydyard drew near thetable, and even Wyvil roused himself to watchthe result. Twelve ! cried Disbrowe, as he removedthe box.
Old Saint Paul's : a tale of the plague and the fire . I lose, I will not survive my shame. 78 OLD SAINT PAULS. * You will not forget our terms, observedParraviciii. I am to be your representativeto-night. You can return home to-morrow. Throw, sir,—throw, cried the young man,fiercely. Pardon me,** replied the Knight; the firstcast is with you. A single main decides it. Be it so, returned Disbrowe, seizing thebox. And as he shook the dice with a frenziedair, the Major and Lydyard drew near thetable, and even Wyvil roused himself to watchthe result. Twelve ! cried Disbrowe, as he removedthe box. My honour is saved ! My fortuneretrieved—Huzza I Not so fast, returned Parravicin, shakingthe box in his turn. You were a little toohasty, he added, uncovering the dice, I amtwelve, too. We must throw again. This to decide, cried the young officer,again rattling the dice— Six ! Parravicin smiled, took the box, and threwten. Perdition ! ejaculated Disbrowe, strikinghis brow with his clenched hand. AVhatdevil tempted me to my undoing ?—My wife. -^. THE GAMESTER AND THE BULLY. 79 trusted to this profligate. Horror !—it mustnot be! It is too late to retract,** replied Parraviciu,taking up the key, and turning with a triumph-ant look to his friends. Disbrowe noticed the smile, and stung be-yond endurance, drew his sword, and called tothe Knight to defend himself. In an instant, passes were exchanged. Butthe conflict was brief. Fortune, as before, de-clared herself in favour of Parravicin. He dis-armed his assailant, who rushed out of theroom, uttering the wildest ejaculations of rageand despair. I told you you should have your revenge,*observed the Knight to Pillichody, as soon asDisbrowe was gone. Is his wife really asbeautiful as you represent her V Words are too feeble to paint her charms,repHed the Major. Shafts of Cupid ! shemust be seen to be appreciated.* Enough ! returned Parravicin. I havenot made a bad nights work of it, so far. Ifaith,Wyvil, I pity you. To lose
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