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As if conscious of this, the author proceeds to quality it in the following: "It is a well-known fact that one of the most successful players at the Monte Carlo tables was Wells, who as the once popular music-hall song put it, 'broke the bank' there.
Ithuel was at duty again, having passed half the morning in the fore-top. The shore-boat, which was in the way on deck, was now struck into the water, and was towing astern, in waiting for the moment when Carlo Giuntotardi and his niece were to be put in possession of it again, and permitted to depart.
Whut's de mattah?" asked the coal-wagon driver. He was a colored man, and that was the very best shade for him, I think. No matter how much coal dust got on his face and hands it never showed. "Her little Lamb fell down the coal hole," explained Arnold. "Carlo got tangled in the string, it broke and she fell down the hole. Don't throw any more coal on her until we get her out."
"You'd better hurry if you want to help Carlo catch that mouse." "I am hurrying," Dick said. "But I want to get my soldier cap and my pop gun." "What for?" the little girl wanted to know. "'Cause I'm going to make believe I'm a captain, and the mouse is an enemy, and I'm going to capture the enemy. Like in war." Down to the kitchen the children hurried.
So old Jaggs was in Monte Carlo! Whatever was he doing, and how was he getting on with these people who spoke nothing but French, she wondered! She had something to think about before she went to sleep. She opened her eyes singularly awake as the dawn was coming up over the grey sea. She looked at her watch; it was a quarter to six.
She stood in the centre of the room and stamped her foot. "You cannot!" she repeated. "And you will not give me a reason? Very well, I have done my best, I have made my appeal. I will stay in Monte Carlo, then. I will " There was a knock at the door. "Come in," she cried. "Who is it?" The door was softly opened. Draconmeyer stood upon the threshold.
To come another time, according to a plan, would not be an adventure at all. Never in her whole past life had she had an adventure. What fun to land at Monte Carlo with only hand-luggage!
The world was the same. Dan, with all his meanness, was in it. The saloon doors were open, the gamblers still sat at midnight at the Monte Carlo. Grizzly county had not changed, but he had. A new life was his. As he galloped down the road, far away he heard them singing: "Palms of victory, crowns of glory, I shall wear," and a strange feeling came over him.
Indeed, I somehow gained the impression that tray and teapot, and even little cakes, had been waiting, day by day, for my anticipated visit. It was not hard to set her talking of Carlo Benton and his wickedness. She rose to the bait like a hungry fish. Yet I gathered that, beyond his religious views or lack of them, she knew nothing. But on the matter of the books she was firm.
Monte Carlo, the headquarters of the gambling fraternity, lies within a mile of the palace on the shore line. To the extraordinary beauties accorded by nature man has added his best efforts, lavishing money to produce unequalled attractions.
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