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Well, it happened about three o'clock. The gentlemen were playing. There was the big stranger, as our men called him. The prince was there -- the two are always together. The whiskered bárin was there; also the little hussar, Oliver, who was an actor, and there was the pan.21 It was a pretty good crowd.
The big stranger and the prince were playing together. Now, here I was walking up and down around the billiard-table with my stick, keeping tally -- ten and forty-seven, twelve and forty-seven.