Thus the eye of Justice may not be said to have winked upon the nefariousness now under its vision; it gazed with strong curiosity, an itch to dabble, and (it must be admitted) a growing hope of profit.

The game was so direct and the player so sure.

Several countrymen had won small sums, and one, a charmingly rustic stranger, with a peculiar accent (he said that him and his goil should now have a smoot' old time off his winninks--though the lady was not manifested), had won twenty-five dollars with no trouble at all.

The two operators seemed depressed, declaring the luck against them and the Plattville people too brilliant at the game.
It was wonderful how the young couples worked their way arm-in-arm through the thickest crowds, never separating.

Even at the lemonade stands they drank holding the glasses in their outer hands--such are the sacrifices demanded by etiquette.