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Chapter 24
It was something already, but it was not enough. I saw the hold which I had upon
this woman, and I took a cowardly advantage of it.
When I think that she is dead now, I ask myself if God will ever forgive me for the
wrong I did her.
After the supper, which was noisy as could be, there was gambling. I sat by the
side of Olympe and put down my money so recklessly that she could not but
notice me. In an instant I had gained one hundred and fifty or two hundred louis,
which I spread out before me on the table, and on which she fastened her eyes
I was the only one not completely absorbed by the game, and able to pay her
some attention. All the rest of the night I gained, and it was I who gave her
money to play, for she had lost all she had before her and probably all she had in
the house.
At five in the morning, the guests departed. I had gained three hundred louis.
All the players were already on their way downstairs; I was the only one who had
remained behind, and as I did not know any of them, no one noticed it. Olympe
herself was lighting the way, and I was going to follow the others, when, turning
back, I said to her:
"I must speak to you."
"To-morrow," she said.
"No, now."
"What have you to say?"
"You will see."
And I went back into the room.
"You have lost," I said.
"All that you had in the house?"