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“
I
shall
dream
of
it
nights
and
nights
,
I
suppose
;
but
I
shall
always
swear
my
flesh
don
’
t
crawl
when
I
think
o
’
t
!
”
He
thrust
his
hand
into
the
boot
and
withdrew
one
of
poor
Thomasin
’
s
precious
guineas
,
piping
hot
.
Wildeve
had
already
placed
a
sovereign
on
the
stone
.
The
game
was
then
resumed
.
Wildeve
won
first
,
and
Christian
ventured
another
,
winning
himself
this
time
.
The
game
fluctuated
,
but
the
average
was
in
Wildeve
’
s
favour
.
Both
men
became
so
absorbed
in
the
game
that
they
took
no
heed
of
anything
but
the
pigmy
objects
immediately
beneath
their
eyes
,
the
flat
stone
,
the
open
lantern
,
the
dice
,
and
the
few
illuminated
fern
-
leaves
which
lay
under
the
light
,
were
the
whole
world
to
them
.
At
length
Christian
lost
rapidly
;
and
presently
,
to
his
horror
,
the
whole
fifty
guineas
belonging
to
Thomasin
had
been
handed
over
to
his
adversary
.
“
I
don
’
t
care
—
I
don
’
t
care
!
”
he
moaned
,
and
desperately
set
about
untying
his
left
boot
to
get
at
the
other
fifty
.
“
The
devil
will
toss
me
into
the
flames
on
his
three
-
pronged
fork
for
this
night
’
s
work
,
I
know
!
But
perhaps
I
shall
win
yet
,
and
then
I
’
ll
get
a
wife
to
sit
up
with
me
o
’
nights
and
I
won
’
t
be
afeard
,
I
won
’
t
!
Here
’
s
another
for
’
ee
,
my
man
!
”
He
slapped
another
guinea
down
upon
the
stone
,
and
the
dice
-
box
was
rattled
again
.
Time
passed
on
.
Wildeve
began
to
be
as
excited
as
Christian
himself
.
When
commencing
the
game
his
intention
had
been
nothing
further
than
a
bitter
practical
joke
on
Mrs
.
Yeobright
.
To
win
the
money
,
fairly
or
otherwise
,
and
to
hand
it
contemptuously
to
Thomasin
in
her
aunt
’
s
presence
,
had
been
the
dim
outline
of
his
purpose
.
But
men
are
drawn
from
their
intentions
even
in
the
course
of
carrying
them
out
,
and
it
was
extremely
doubtful
,
by
the
time
the
twentieth
guinea
had
been
reached
,
whether
Wildeve
was
conscious
of
any
other
intention
than
that
of
winning
for
his
own
personal
benefit
.
Moreover
,
he
was
now
no
longer
gambling
for
his
wife
’
s
money
,
but
for
Yeobright
’
s
;
though
of
this
fact
Christian
,
in
his
apprehensiveness
,
did
not
inform
him
till
afterwards
.
It
was
nearly
eleven
o
’
clock
,
when
,
with
almost
a
shriek
,
Christian
placed
Yeobright
’
s
last
gleaming
guinea
upon
the
stone
.
In
thirty
seconds
it
had
gone
the
way
of
its
companions
.
Christian
turned
and
flung
himself
on
the
ferns
in
a
convulsion
of
remorse
,
“
O
,
what
shall
I
do
with
my
wretched
self
?
”
he
groaned
.
“
What
shall
I
do
?
Will
any
good
Heaven
hae
mercy
upon
my
wicked
soul
?
”
“
Do
?
Live
on
just
the
same
.
”
“
I
won
’
t
live
on
just
the
same
!
I
’
ll
die
!
I
say
you
are
a
—
a
—
—
”
