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He saw that the stranger had closed it. He could pass it, slip out the door, and buy something to eat. This was so unusual that the man who served him looked sharply at him. "Ain't goin' to drink all o' that, are you?" he asked. "I have friends in the box," replied Kimberlin, "and we want to drink quietly and without interruption. We are in Number 7." "Oh, beg pardon.
Kimberlin threw, and the box held but one combination that could possibly beat him; this combination might be thrown once in ten thousand times. The starving man's heart beat violently as the stranger picked up the box with exasperating deliberation. It was a long time before he threw. He made his combinations and ended by defeating his opponent.
Kimberlin won from the very first, rarely losing a game. He became greatly excited. His eyes shone; color came to his cheeks. The stranger, having exhausted the roll of bills which he first produced, drew forth another, much larger and of higher denominations. There were several thousand dollars in the roll. At Kimberlin's right hand were his winnings, something like two hundred dollars.
One of the man's hands lay upon the table; Kimberlin placed his upon it, and then drew back in terror the hand was as cold as a stone. The money must not lie there exposed. Kimberlin arranged it into neat parcels, looking furtively every moment at his immovable companion, and in mortal fear that he would stir! Then he sat back and waited.
A deadly fascination impelled him to move back into his former position, so as to bring his face directly before the gaze of the stranger. And so the two sat and stared at each other. Kimberlin felt his breath coming heavier and his heart-beats growing weaker, but these conditions gave him comfort by reducing his anxiety and softening the pangs of hunger.
A few steps beyond was a drinking-saloon, which had a private door at one side, with the words "Family Entrance" painted thereon. In spite of his agony, Kimberlin saw something in this man's face that appalled and fascinated him. Night was on, and the light in the vicinity was dim; but it was apparent that the stranger had an appearance of whose character he himself must have been ignorant.
I merely want a little diversion, and you are so kind-natured that I am sure you will not object." "On the contrary," replied Kimberlin, "I shall enjoy it." "Very well; but let us have another drink before we start. I believe I am growing colder."
For a moment his eyes would sharpen and flash, and then sink into heaviness again. More than once Kimberlin, who had now begun to suspect that his antagonist was some kind of monster, saw a frightfully ghastly expression sweep over his face, and his features would become fixed for a very short time in a peculiar grimace.
It was only after Kimberlin had set the bottle, pitcher, and glasses on the table, and seated himself opposite the stranger and within his range of vision, that the pale man noticed him. "Oh! you have brought it? How kind of you! Now please lock the door." Kimberlin had slipped the change into his pocket, and was in the act of bringing it out when the stranger said, "Keep the change.
How should I? You are a kimberlin. 'I am not. I am a real islander or was, rather.... Haven't you heard of the Best-Bed Stone Company? 'I should think so! They tried to ruin my father by getting away his trade or, at least, the founder of the company did old Bencomb. 'He's my father! 'Indeed. I am sorry I should have spoken so disrespectfully of him, for I never knew him personally.
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