A CLEAR fire, a hearth, and the rigour of the game." This was the celebrated wish of old Sarah Battle (now with God) who, o her devotions, loved a good game at whist. She was none of your lukewarm gamesters, your half and half who have no obje to take a hand, if you want oo make up a rubber: who affirm that they have no pleasure in winning; that they like to win one game, and lose ahat they while away an hour very agreeably at a card-table, but are indifferent whether they play or no; and will desire an adversary, who has slipt a wrong card, to take it up and lay ahese insufferable triflers are the curse of a table. One of these flies will spoil a whole pot. Of such it may be said, that they do not play at cards, but only play at playing at them.
Battle was none of that breed. She detested them, as I do, from her heart and soul; and would not, save upon a striking emergency, willingly seat herself at the same table with them. She loved a thh-paced par……（内容加载失败！）
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