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In the small back room of Pat's place, the regular evening blackjack game was in session. A green shaded electric light hung low over an oval dining-room table covered with a dishonorably discharged brown army blanket. Around it a dozen players sat and around them a dozen side-betters stood. The room was full of men, and smoke and low talk.
The dealer, standing, taunted the players in a soft, half plaintive voice: