The company seemed fairly homogeneous in its raffishness, though here and there appeared a thin, aristocratic face, with grey moustache and pointed beard, and the homely anxious visage of a small tradesman.

But in bulk it looked an ugly, seedy crowd, with unwashed bodies and unclean souls.

I noticed an Italian or two, and a villainous Englishman with a face like that of a dilapidated horse.

A glance at the table plastered with silver and gold showed me that they were playing with a five-franc minimum.
Anastasius drew a handful of louis from his pocket and staked one.

I staked a five-franc piece.