Keep it, old man, and run home!" "I don't want it! I won't have it!" said Clarence with a swift recollection of the manipulation of his purse that morning, and a sudden distrust of all mankind.
"There!" He turned back to the table and laid the money on the first vacant card he saw.

In another moment, as it seemed to him, it was raked away by the dealer.

A sense of relief came over him.
"There!" said the man, with an awed voice and a strange, fatuous look in his eye.

"What did I tell you?
You see, it's allus so! Now," he added roughly, "get up and get out o' this, afore you lose the boots and shirt off ye." Clarence did not wait for a second command.

With another glance round the room, he began to make his way through the crowd towards the front.
But in that parting glance he caught a glimpse of a woman presiding over a "wheel of fortune" in a corner, whose face seemed familiar.