I'll wager that they are yet at the gaming table.

A plague upon it! I would be there, too, if my purse allowed.

I feel as if yonder dead man and his coffin were burdening my soul.

If it was really good fortune in love that snatched the zecchins from my purse yesterday: "Then," cried Biberli eagerly, "to-night is the very time, ere Countess Cordula teaches you to forget what troubles you, to win them back.

The gold for the first stake is at your disposal." "From the Duke of Pomerania, you think ?" asked Heinz; then, in a quick, resolute tone, added: "No! Often as the duke has offered me his purse, I never borrow from my peers when the prospect of repayment looks so uncertain." "Gently, my lord," returned Biberli, slapping his belt importantly.
"Here is what you need for the stake as your own property.