His own coolness, whilst with steady fingers he probed away amongst the wounded places of his life, was in itself gruesome.
"My money," he continued, "was no large sum, but I eked it out with gambling.

The luck was always on my side.

It's quite true that I ruined the father of the young lady who paid me a visit to-day.

After a somewhat chequered career he was settling down in a merchant's office in Montreal when I met him.

His luck at cards was as bad as mine was good.
I won all he had, and more.