'Never won back my loss!' 'I thought,' sneered the dwarf, 'that if a man played long enough he was sure to win at last, or, at the worst, not to come off a loser.' 'And so he is,' cried the old man, suddenly rousing himself from his state of despondency, and lashed into the most violent excitement, 'so he is; I have felt that from the first, I have always known it, I've seen it, I never felt it half so strongly as I feel it now.

Quilp, I have dreamed, three nights, of winning the same large sum, I never could dream that dream before, though I have often tried.

Do not desert me, now I have this chance.

I have no resource but you, give me some help, let me try this one last hope.' The dwarf shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.
'See, Quilp, good tender-hearted Quilp,' said the old man, drawing some scraps of paper from his pocket with a trembling hand, and clasping the dwarf's arm, 'only see here.

Look at these figures, the result of long calculation, and painful and hard experience.