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Mrs. Trevelyan has a bad quarter of an hour
ON a somewhat murky afternoon about a week later, the Boston bride and groom, Lord Ashurst, and Mrs. Trevelyan were playing their customary afternoon game of bridge in the Pavonia’s smoking-room, in dignified unobtrusiveness, for ten cents a point. Luck had deserted Lily and she already owed Ashurst some fifty pounds and the Boston bride one hundred and fifty. But she always endeavored to “even up” if possible and, now that there were only two days left of the voyage, was making a last frantic effort to get back what she had lost by “doubling” and “doubling again” and “playing it alone.” Now as she lost again to the Boston lady she rang the bell impatiently for the steward and said sharply:
“Boy, bring me a whisky and soda! What will you have,—you others?”
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