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“
Never
mind
,
”
said
Wildeve
;
“
let
’
s
play
with
one
.
”
“
Agreed
,
”
said
Venn
.
Down
they
sat
again
,
and
recommenced
with
single
guinea
stakes
;
and
the
play
went
on
smartly
.
But
Fortune
had
unmistakably
fallen
in
love
with
the
reddleman
tonight
.
He
won
steadily
,
till
he
was
the
owner
of
fourteen
more
of
the
gold
pieces
.
Seventy
-
nine
of
the
hundred
guineas
were
his
,
Wildeve
possessing
only
twenty
-
one
.
The
aspect
of
the
two
opponents
was
now
singular
.
Apart
from
motions
,
a
complete
diorama
of
the
fluctuations
of
the
game
went
on
in
their
eyes
.
A
diminutive
candle
-
flame
was
mirrored
in
each
pupil
,
and
it
would
have
been
possible
to
distinguish
therein
between
the
moods
of
hope
and
the
moods
of
abandonment
,
even
as
regards
the
reddleman
,
though
his
facial
muscles
betrayed
nothing
at
all
.
Wildeve
played
on
with
the
recklessness
of
despair
.
“
What
’
s
that
?
”
he
suddenly
exclaimed
,
hearing
a
rustle
;
and
they
both
looked
up
.
They
were
surrounded
by
dusky
forms
between
four
and
five
feet
high
,
standing
a
few
paces
beyond
the
rays
of
the
lantern
.
A
moment
’
s
inspection
revealed
that
the
encircling
figures
were
heath
-
croppers
,
their
heads
being
all
towards
the
players
,
at
whom
they
gazed
intently
.
“
Hoosh
!
”
said
Wildeve
,
and
the
whole
forty
or
fifty
animals
at
once
turned
and
galloped
away
.
Play
was
again
resumed
.
Ten
minutes
passed
away
.
Then
a
large
death
’
s
head
moth
advanced
from
the
obscure
outer
air
,
wheeled
twice
round
the
lantern
,
flew
straight
at
the
candle
,
and
extinguished
it
by
the
force
of
the
blow
.
Wildeve
had
just
thrown
,
but
had
not
lifted
the
box
to
see
what
he
had
cast
;
and
now
it
was
impossible
.
“
What
the
infernal
!
”
he
shrieked
.
“
Now
,
what
shall
we
do
?
Perhaps
I
have
thrown
six
—
have
you
any
matches
?
”
“
None
,
”
said
Venn
.
