The Gamester (1753) by Edward Moore
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page 112 of 132 (84%)
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_Char._ Why, what's the matter? _Bev._ Nothing. How heard you of his death? _Mrs. Bev._ His steward came express. Would I had never known it! _Bev._ Or had heard it one day sooner--For I have a tale to tell, shall turn you into stone; or if the power of speech, remain, you shall kneel down and curse me. _Mrs. Bev._ Alas! what tale is this? And why are we to curse you? I'll bless you for ever. _Bev._ No; I have deserved no blessings. The world holds not such another wretch. All this large fortune, this second bounty of heaven, that might have healed our sorrows, and satisfied our utmost hopes, in a curst hour I sold last night. _Char._ Sold! How sold? _Mrs. Bev._ Impossible! It cannot be! _Bev._ That devil Stukely, with all hell to aid him, tempted me to the deed. To pay false debts of honour, and to redeem past errors, I sold the reversion--sold it for a scanty sum, and lost it among villains. _Char._ Why, farewel all then. |
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