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“
Good
.
”
“
Ten
again
.
”
“
Right
you
are
.
”
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It
got
to
where
Hurstwood
had
seventy
-
five
dollars
up
.
The
other
man
really
became
serious
.
Perhaps
this
individual
(
Hurstwood
)
really
did
have
a
stiff
hand
.
“
I
call
,
”
he
said
.
Hurstwood
showed
his
hand
.
He
was
done
.
The
bitter
fact
that
he
had
lost
seventy
-
five
dollars
made
him
desperate
.
“
Let
’
s
have
another
pot
,
”
he
said
,
grimly
.
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“
All
right
,
”
said
the
man
.
Some
of
the
other
players
quit
,
but
observant
loungers
took
their
places
.
Time
passed
,
and
it
came
to
twelve
o
’
clock
.
Hurstwood
held
on
,
neither
winning
nor
losing
much
.
Then
he
grew
weary
,
and
on
a
last
hand
lost
twenty
more
.
He
was
sick
at
heart
.
At
a
quarter
after
one
in
the
morning
he
came
out
of
the
place
.
The
chill
,
bare
streets
seemed
a
mockery
of
his
state
.
He
walked
slowly
west
,
little
thinking
of
his
row
with
Carrie
.
He
ascended
the
stairs
and
went
into
his
room
as
if
there
had
been
no
trouble
.
It
was
his
loss
that
occupied
his
mind
.
Sitting
down
on
the
bedside
he
counted
his
money
.
There
was
now
but
a
hundred
and
ninety
dollars
and
some
change
.
He
put
it
up
and
began
to
undress
.