She looked as if, having defeated men by the coolness of her wits and the favor of luck, she had begun to think that she could now outguess the world.

Two men trailed behind her, stirring uneasily about when she paused at Ronicky's alcove table.
"You've found the place so soon ?" she asked.

"How is your luck ?" "Not nearly as good tonight as yours." "Oh, I can't help winning.

Every card I touch turns into gold this evening.

I think I have the formula for it." "Tell me, then," said Ronicky quickly enough, for there was just the shadow of a backward nod of her head.
"Just step aside.