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"Your days are tedious, your hours burdensome: / And wer't not for full suppers, midnight revels, / Dancing, wine, riotous meetings, which do drown / And bury quite in you all virtuous thoughts, / And on your eyelids hang so heavily / They have no power to look as high as heaven, / You'd sit and muse on nothing but despair. " / DECKAR.
The next night and the next, Cecil played, and with varying fortunes, sometimes losing to the very last few pounds, at others rising to large gains. The end of the week found him a winner of some four hundred pounds.