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Updated: June 6, 2025
Well, the world marks their places in its betting-book; but be sure that these matter very little, if they have run as well as they knew how! Did I not say to you a little while ago that the universe swam in an ocean of similitudes and analogies?
But what good ever came out of, or went into, a betting-book?
It was Charles Pixley Charles Svendt Pixley, to accord him fullest justice, which I am most anxious to do who brought her, and to that extent we are his debtors. Though why Pixley should be a Whitefriar passes one's comprehension. His pretensions to literature were, I should say, bounded by his Stock Exchange notebook and his betting-book.
"You forget," the speaker resumed, "that I learnt nothing either at school or college, and that a man who wants to lead a party must, some time or other, pay for that precious privilege. When you left England, the only financial statement I could understand was a betting-book.
No miser ever had a more cheerful and happy hour than I had as I read the betting-book at Thwaites'. "I became a member of Thwaite's soon after I left Oxford. As some men go to the Temple, some to the Stock Exchange, some to Parliament, I went to Thwaite's. It was the centre of my interest, and I took chambers in Park Place, St. James's Street, a few steps away.
The betting-book is always present in the minds of those unfortunate youngsters.
Well do I remember that shop, the oily-faced, sandy-whiskered proprietor, his betting-book, the cheap cigars along the counter, the one-eyed nondescript who leaned his evening away against the counter, and was supposed to know some one who knew Lord 's footman, and the great man often spoken of, but rarely seen he who made "a two-'undred pound book on the Derby"; and the constant coming and going of the cabmen "Half an ounce of shag, sir."
My love of Art was very genuine and deep-rooted; the tobacconist's betting-book was now as nothing, and a certain Botticelli in the National Gallery held me in tether.
Anderson's 'ounds I'm above it. I allis was too timid to ride to 'ounds by natur; and Colonel Sprigs' groom as says he saw me, is a liar," &c. &c. Such is the tenor of Mr. Spavin's remarks to his master. Whereas all the world in Our Street knows that Mr. Spavin spends at least a hundred a year in beer; that he keeps a betting-book; that he has lent Mr.
Well, the world marks their places in its betting-book; but be sure that these matter very little, if they have run as well as they knew how! Did I not say to you a little while ago that the universe swam in an ocean of similitudes and analogies?
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