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by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

is something in the feeling that, though one is alone, and in a

  foreign land, and far from one's own home and friends, and

  ignorant of whence one's next meal is to come, one is

  nevertheless staking one's very last coin! Well, I won the

  stake, and in twenty minutes had left the Casino with a hundred

  and seventy gulden in my pocket! That is a fact, and it shows

  what a last remaining gulden can do. . . . But what if my heart

  had failed me, or I had shrunk from making up my mind? . . .

  No: tomorrow all shall be ended!

  End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of The Gambler, by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

 

 

 


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