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In one of the low gambling houses, in Leicester-square, Cecil sat, as in a dream, risking the fruits of his crime. His brain whirled round, and his heart beat every time the door opened, for he could not drive away the fear that his forgery had been detected, and that they were coming to arrest him.
He had dishonoured himself to play this new game which Frank had explained to him, and now that the crime was committed he could not profit by it!