Miss Carew (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1865 edition. Excerpt: ... notes that I took home every night for that week I won more, three times more, than I had lost by the race And then came the turn of the luck." "You lost?" "All that I had gained, in one night But I was not satisfied: I went on again the next day, and lost, and lost, and lost, till everything I had on earth was gone. Nay, all I had on earth was not enough to pay it But I know how it was. That old man I played with was the Fiend. I knew he was the Fiend. I saw it in his eyes." He paused. The whistle of the guard rang shrilly through the air, and the pace of the train slackened. He listened--he knew that we were coming in--he turned suddenly towards me. "But what about the ace of clubs?" I urged, hurriedly. "Did the old man turn it up?" "Will you betray me if I tell you?" "Never," I said, earnestly. "Listen, then. I hid it in my sleeve; for I was desperate. I staked thousands on the chance of cutting it. They all stood round, betting how it would turn up; the old man--curse him --smiled, and let me do it. But he had seen me--he had seen me And when I cut the ace of clubs, he stood up and called me 'Thief '" A bright flash of light streamed in at the windows--the train stopped. Thank God we were arrived The madman shrunk back at the sight of the lamps, and the crowd of faces beyond. I leaned over the door, and with fingers that refused to do their work, felt eagerly for the handle. "What is the matter? What is this?" he said, timidly. "Help " I shrieked, springing out upon the platform among the tide of passengers. "Help this man is mad " There were two men standing by the barrier anxiously scrutinizing each face as it passed by....