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Always will they sit there, always; and the cards will never be turned." "It is a picture," I said. ALWAYS WILL THEY SIT THERE ALWAYS AND THE CARDS WILL NEVER BE TURNED IT IS A PICTURE I SAID
? Why his face very much quiet? Why his eyes very much bright? Why dealer warm with blood a little bit in the face? Why all men very quiet?--the man with yellow markers? the man with white markers? the man with red markers? Why nobody talk? Because very much money. Because last turn." "How do you know it is the last turn?" I asked. "The king is coppered, the seven is played open," he answered. "Nobody bet on other cards. Other cards all gone. Everybody one mind. Everybody play king to lose, seven to win. Maybe bank lose twenty thousand dollars, maybe bank win. Yes, that picture I understand." "Yet you do not know the end!" I cried triumphantly. "It is the last turn, but the cards are not yet turned. In the picture they will never be turned. Nobody will ever know who wins nor who loses." "And the men will sit there and never talk," he said, wonder and awe growing in his face. "And the lookout will lean forward, and the blood will be warm in the face of the dealer. It is a strange thing. E HIM LEAN FORWARD IN HIS CHAIR WHY HE LEAN FORWARD WHY HIS FACE VERY MUCH QUIET WHY HIS EYES VERY MUCH BRIGHT WHY DEALER WARM WITH BLOOD A LITTLE BIT IN THE FACE WHY ALL MEN VERY QUIET THE MAN WITH YELLOW MARKERS THE MAN WITH WHITE MARKERS THE MAN WITH RED MARKERS WHY NOBODY TALK BECAUSE VERY MUCH MONEY BECAUSE LAST TURN HOW DO YOU KNOW IT IS THE LAST TURN I ASKED THE KING IS COPPERED THE SEVEN IS PLAYED OPEN HE ANSWERED NOBODY BET ON OTHER CARDS OTHER CARDS ALL GONE EVERYBODY WON MIND EVERYBODY PLAY KING TO LOSE SEVEN TO WIN MAYBE BANK LOSE TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLARS MAYBE BANK WIN YES THAT PICTURE I UNDERSTAND YET YOU DO NOT KNOW THE END I CRIED TRIUMPHANTLY IT IS THE LAST TURN BUT THE CARDS ARE NOT YET TURNED IN THE PICTURE THEY WILL NEVER BE TURNED NOBODY WILL EVER KNOW WHO WINS NOR WHO LOSES AND THE MEN WILL SIT THERE AND NEVER TALK HE SAID WONDER AND AWE GROWING IN HIS FACE AND THE LOOK OUT WILL LEAN FORWARD AND THE BLOOD WILL BE WARM IN THE FACE OF THE DEALER IT IS A STRANGE THING
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