The things we do!

"Enormement, my friend! My faith! I do not deny it! I give her cause,
night and evening. I am possessed by demons! This little Affenthaler wine
of this country has a little smack which is most agreeable. The passions
tear me, my young friend! Play is fatal, but play is not so fatal as
woman. Pass me the ecrevisses, they are most succulent. Take warning by
me, and avoid both. I saw you roder round the green tables, and marked
your eyes as they glistened over the heaps of gold, and looked at some of
our beauties of Baden. Beware of such sirens, young man! and take me for
your Mentor; avoiding what I have done--that understands itself. You have
not played as yet? Do not do so; above all avoid a martingale, if you do.
Play ought not to be an affair of calculation, but of inspiration. I have
calculated infallibly, and what has been the effect? Gousset empty,
tiroirs empty, necessaire parted for Strasbourg! Where is my fur pelisse,
Frederic?"
"Parbleu, vous le savez bien, Monsieur le Vicomte," says
Frederic, the domestic, who was waiting on Clive and his friend.


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