Fyodor Dostoevsky

gulden--this time on the red. The red turned up. Next time I

staked the 100 gulden just where they lay--and again the red

turned up. Again I staked the whole sum, and again the red

turned up. Clutching my 400 gulden, I placed 200 of them on

twelve figures, to see what would come of it. The result was

that the croupier paid me out three times my total stake! Thus

from 100 gulden my store had grown to 800! Upon that such a

curious, such an inexplicable, unwonted feeling overcame me that

I decided to depart. Always the thought kept recurring to me

that if I had been playing for myself alone I should never have

had such luck. Once more I staked the whole 800 gulden on the

"even." The wheel stopped at 4. I was paid out another 800

gulden, and, snatching up my pile of 1600, departed in search of

Polina Alexandrovna.

I found the whole party walking in the park, and was able to get

an interview with her only after supper. This time the Frenchman

was absent from the meal, and the General seemed to be in a more

expansive vein. Among other things, he thought it necessary to

remind me that he would be sorry to see me playing at the

gaming-tables. In his opinion, such conduct would greatly

compromise him--especially if I were to lose much. " And even if

you were to WIN much I should be compromised," he added in a

meaning sort of way. "Of course I have no RIGHT to order your

actions, but you yourself will agree that..." As usual, he did not

finish his sentence. I answered drily that I had very little

money in my possession, and that, consequently, I was hardly in

a position to indulge in any conspicuous play, even if I did

gamble. At last, when ascending to my own room, I succeeded in

handing Polina her winnings, and told her that, next time, I

should not play for her.

"Why not?" she asked excitedly.

"Because I wish to play FOR MYSELF," I replied with a feigned

glance of astonishment. "That is my sole reason."

"Then are you so certain that your roulette-playing will get us

out of our difficulties?" she inquired with a quizzical smile.

I said very seriously, "Yes," and then added: "Possibly my

certainty about winning may seem to you ridiculous;

yet, pray leave me in peace."

Nonetheless she insisted that I ought to go halves with her in

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