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He looked for her to look up as the last notes died away, but she remained quiet a moment, her eyes bent on the keys And then the face that was turned to his was the face of the Little Lady of the Big House, the uery, as she said: "Let us go and devil Dick--he's losing I've never seen hiets ridiculously blue after a long siege of losing

"And he does love ga," she continued, as she led the way to the tables "It's one of his ood About once or twice a year, if it's a good poker gaht to it and play to the blue sky if they take off the limit"