The next afternoon he was back again

  • The next afternoon he was back again, seeking amusement and
    profit.  This time he followed up three of a kind to his doom.
    There was a better hand across the table, held by a pugnacious
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    district in which they were located.  Hurstwood was surprised at
    the persistence of this individual, whose bets came with a sang-
    froid which, if a bluff, was excellent art.  Hurstwood began to
    doubt, but kept, or thought to keep, at least, the cool demeanour
    with which, in olden times, he deceived those psychic students of
    the gaming table, who seem to read thoughts and moods, rather
    than exterior evidences, however subtle.  He could not down the
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    choose to go so far.  Still, he hoped to win much--his hand was
    excellent.  Why not raise it five more?

    "I raise you three," said the youth.

    "Make it five," said Hurstwood, pushing out his chips.

    "Come again," said the youth, pushing out a small pile of reds.

    "Let me have some more chips," said Hurstwood to the keeper in
    charge, taking out a bill.

    A cynical grin lit up the face of his youthful opponent.  When
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    "Five again," said the youth.

    Hurstwood's brow was wet.  He was deep in now--very deep for him.
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    "I call," he said.

    "A full house!" said the youth, spreading out his cards.

    Hurstwood's hand dropped.