Ah! you think
to cheat me in that way? you will put me off till to-morrow?
you will say then--Ah, this M. Linders can never have his
revenge now, he is quiet enough, I can keep his money in my
pocket? You shall not say that, Monsieur; Madelon, bring the
cards, and the lights, close to me, here, I cannot see well,
it is so dark."
He seized the cards, and began to deal them out on the
coverlet with his trembling hands. Madelon placed a small
table at his side, put one candle on it, and with the other in
her hand stood close to his pillow white and motionless.
Legros slowly and reluctantly drew a chair to the bedside, and
sat down opposite. There was a moment's pause, whilst M.
Linders shifted and sorted his cards, and then, "A vous,
Monsieur," he cried, with a sort of fierce impatience; but at
the same instant his hold relaxed, the cards tumbled all in a
heap on the floor, his head fell back. Madelon screamed and
started forward, upsetting the table and the candle; Legros
sprang up. It was at that moment that the door opened, and
Graham, followed by a Soeur de Charite, entered the room.
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