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I slept badly that night, and the man who shared my room for a long time complained bitterly of the sleepless time I was giving him. The cheap bed squeaked and rattled every time I turned, and it was well towards morning before I was quiet and free from my own thoughts.
Notwithstanding my good luck at the races, I felt I had now got involved in a horrible whirlpool of misfortune.