. The yellow book, an illustrated quarterly Volume 13 . :• ;. Sir Julian Garve By Ella DArcy A YOUNG man, an American, the latest addition to the hotelcolony on the cliff, spent his first evening as all newcomers invariably do ; having dined, he strolled down the broad,villa-bordered road, to the Casino on the shore, and went into thegambling rooms to look at the play. He stopped by the baccarattable. The sitters were ringed round by a double row of men, whostood and staked over their shoulders. But the stranger, onaccount of his height, could follow the game easily, and had agood view of the
. The yellow book, an illustrated quarterly Volume 13 . :• ;. Sir Julian Garve By Ella DArcy A YOUNG man, an American, the latest addition to the hotelcolony on the cliff, spent his first evening as all newcomers invariably do ; having dined, he strolled down the broad,villa-bordered road, to the Casino on the shore, and went into thegambling rooms to look at the play. He stopped by the baccarattable. The sitters were ringed round by a double row of men, whostood and staked over their shoulders. But the stranger, onaccount of his height, could follow the game easily, and had agood view of the individual who held the bank. This was a manof forty-eight or fifty years of age, handsome, and evendistinguished looking. Noting his well-cut clothes, and hisimperturbable, his almost stolid demeanour, the stranger guessedat once that he was British. And in spite of the heavy jaw, ofthe general stolidity, he was struck by something fascinating inthe man, by something which suggested to him manifoldexperiences. He made these reflections as he idly watched t
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