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eyes that you need not mind accepting money from me. A gift from

me could not possibly offend you. Moreover, it was I who lost

your gulden."

She glanced at me, but, seeing that I was in an irritable,

sarcastic mood, changed the subject.

"My affairs cannot possibly interest you," she said. Still,

if you DO wish to know, I am in debt. I borrowed some

money, and must pay it back again. I have a curious, senseless

idea that I am bound to win at the gaming-tables. Why I think so

I cannot tell, but I do think so, and with some assurance.

Perhaps it is because of that assurance that I now find myself

without any other resource."

"Or perhaps it is because it is so NECESSARY for you to win. It

is like a drowning man catching at a straw. You yourself will

agree that, unless he were drowning he would not mistake a straw

for the trunk of a tree."

Polina looked surprised.

"What?" she said. "Do not you also hope something from it?

Did you not tell me again and again, two weeks ago, that you

were certain of winning at roulette if you played here? And did

you not ask me not to consider you a fool for doing so? Were you

joking? You cannot have been, for I remember that you spoke with

a gravity which forbade the idea of your jesting."

"True," I replied gloomily. "I always felt certain that I

should win. Indeed, what you say makes me ask myself--Why have my

absurd, senseless losses of today raised a doubt in my mind?

Yet I am still positive that, so soon as ever I begin to play

for myself, I shall infallibly win."

"And why are you so certain?"

"To tell the truth, I do not know. I only know that I must

win--that it is the one resource I have left. Yes, why do I feel

so assured on the point?"

"Perhaps because one cannot help winning if one is fanatically

certain of doing so."

"Yet I dare wager that you do not think me capable of serious

feeling in the matter?"

"I do not care whether you are so or not," answered Polina with

calm indifference. "Well, since you ask me, I DO doubt your

ability to take anything seriously. You are capable of worrying,

but not deeply. You are too ill-regulated and unsettled a person

for that. But why do you want money? Not a single one of the reasons

which you have given can be looked upon as serious."

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