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The
game
fluctuated
,
now
in
favour
of
one
,
now
in
favour
of
the
other
,
without
any
great
advantage
on
the
side
of
either
.
Nearly
twenty
minutes
were
passed
thus
.
The
light
of
the
candle
had
by
this
time
attracted
heath
-
flies
,
moths
,
and
other
winged
creatures
of
night
,
which
floated
round
the
lantern
,
flew
into
the
flame
,
or
beat
about
the
faces
of
the
two
players
.
But
neither
of
the
men
paid
much
attention
to
these
things
,
their
eyes
being
concentrated
upon
the
little
flat
stone
,
which
to
them
was
an
arena
vast
and
important
as
a
battlefield
.
By
this
time
a
change
had
come
over
the
game
;
the
reddleman
won
continually
.
At
length
sixty
guineas
—
Thomasin
’
s
fifty
,
and
ten
of
Clym
’
s
—
had
passed
into
his
hands
.
Wildeve
was
reckless
,
frantic
,
exasperated
.
“
’
Won
back
his
coat
,
’
”
said
Venn
slily
.
Another
throw
,
and
the
money
went
the
same
way
.
“
’
Won
back
his
hat
,
’
”
continued
Venn
.
“
Oh
,
oh
!
”
said
Wildeve
.
“
’
Won
back
his
watch
,
won
back
his
money
,
and
went
out
of
the
door
a
rich
man
,
’
”
added
Venn
sentence
by
sentence
,
as
stake
after
stake
passed
over
to
him
.
“
Five
more
!
”
shouted
Wildeve
,
dashing
down
the
money
.
“
And
three
casts
be
hanged
—
one
shall
decide
.
”
The
red
automaton
opposite
lapsed
into
silence
,
nodded
,
and
followed
his
example
.
Wildeve
rattled
the
box
,
and
threw
a
pair
of
sixes
and
five
points
.
He
clapped
his
hands
;
“
I
have
done
it
this
time
—
hurrah
!
”
