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"
Come
and
give
me
good
luck
,
"
she
said
,
still
in
a
foreign
accent
,
quite
different
from
that
frank
and
perfectly
English
"
Thank
you
,
"
with
which
she
had
saluted
Georgy
's
coup
in
her
favour
.
The
portly
gentleman
,
looking
round
to
see
that
nobody
of
rank
observed
him
,
sat
down
;
he
muttered
--
"
Ah
,
really
,
well
now
,
God
bless
my
soul
.
I
'm
very
fortunate
;
I
'm
sure
to
give
you
good
fortune
,
"
and
other
words
of
compliment
and
confusion
.
"
Do
you
play
much
?
"
the
foreign
mask
said
.
"
I
put
a
Nap
or
two
down
,
"
said
Jos
with
a
superb
air
,
flinging
down
a
gold
piece
.
"
Yes
;
ay
nap
after
dinner
,
"
said
the
mask
archly
.
But
Jos
looking
frightened
,
she
continued
,
in
her
pretty
French
accent
,
"
You
do
not
play
to
win
.
No
more
do
I.
I
play
to
forget
,
but
I
can
not
.
I
can
not
forget
old
times
,
monsieur
.
Your
little
nephew
is
the
image
of
his
father
;
and
you
--
you
are
not
changed
--
but
yes
,
you
are
.
Everybody
changes
,
everybody
forgets
;
nobody
has
any
heart
.
"
"
Good
God
,
who
is
it
?
"
asked
Jos
in
a
flutter
.
"
Ca
n't
you
guess
,
Joseph
Sedley
?
"
said
the
little
woman
in
a
sad
voice
,
and
undoing
her
mask
,
she
looked
at
him
.
"
You
have
forgotten
me
.
"
"
Good
heavens
!
Mrs.
Crawley
!
"
gasped
out
Jos.
"
Rebecca
,
"
said
the
other
,
putting
her
hand
on
his
;
but
she
followed
the
game
still
,
all
the
time
she
was
looking
at
him
"
I
am
stopping
at
the
Elephant
,
"
she
continued
.
"
Ask
for
Madame
de
Raudon
.
I
saw
my
dear
Amelia
to-day
;
how
pretty
she
looked
,
and
how
happy
!
So
do
you
!
Everybody
but
me
,
who
am
wretched
,
Joseph
Sedley
.
"
And
she
put
her
money
over
from
the
red
to
the
black
,
as
if
by
a
chance
movement
of
her
hand
,
and
while
she
was
wiping
her
eyes
with
a
pocket-handkerchief
fringed
with
torn
lace
.
The
red
came
up
again
,
and
she
lost
the
whole
of
that
stake
.
"
Come
away
,
"
she
said
.
"
Come
with
me
a
little
--
we
are
old
friends
,
are
we
not
,
dear
Mr.
Sedley
?
"
And
Mr.
Kirsch
having
lost
all
his
money
by
this
time
,
followed
his
master
out
into
the
moonlight
,
where
the
illuminations
were
winking
out
and
the
transparency
over
our
mission
was
scarcely
visible
.
