Percy Hetherington Fitzgerald,
All the Year Round
(1869)
“ Grainger had caught me by the arm. "You are not going, after all that money thrown away? Are you mad, or half-witted, or do you want to be hung? Come back, you fool; I tell you it must come in the next two or three times." "Not another franc shall they get," I said, looking at him desperately. "Let me go home—anything, or let me fall down here and die among these villains." A sudden rustle and half ejaculation. The click, and the sharp voice of the croupier, "Zero!" It had come at last, like the shower of rain, long prayed for in the desert. ”

