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No one ever accused Mr. Reginald Lossing of having brains; no one ever denied that he had a luck which was monumental. He had a name for luck which was looked up to and marveled at, even in the society papers.
Mr. Lossing had no settled trade or profession; he was like unto a lily in the matter of toil and dress, and he made a very comfortable income at it. He dabbled in outsiders on the turf, in shares of uncharted gold mines, in the fascinating game of unlimited loo; and was able to look complacently on the results. He went into all these and other operations with a genial, childish simplicity; and, like the banker at roulette, there always seemed a steady pull in his favor. How it was done no one knew; he did not know himself; and he and all his world marveled, and prophesied that his luck would some day turn with a rush and a sweeping tide.