“My uncle has paid some trifles before, but this is too big a thing. He's tired of me and my cursed misfortunes, and he's not likely to apply any of his overgrown wealth in relieving a poor tortured beggar like me. I'm simply ruined.”
CHAPTER XXXIX.
BETWEEN FRIENDS.
Van was looking ruefully out of the window, down upon the deserted pavement opposite. At length he said,—
“And why don't you give your luck a chance?”
“Whenever I give it a chance it hits me so devilish hard,” replied Richard Arden.
“But I mean at play to retrieve,” said Van.