Achmed Abdullah,
The Fetish of Remorse
(1916)
“ All his life he had amused his friends with card tricks. He reflected. There was the Coast. There was the stone. There was the gold. There was Paris. And here was the stinking, festering jungle—the Tonkinese—Vasanda—the little knives—and the ants—the ants. Another ace joined the first at the bottom of the deck—the third—the fourth. Then the harsh, jarring, arrogant voice of Jean Durand. "Deal! Damn you, deal! You'll shuffle all the spots from the cards." Gautier was about to shuffle again. But the other stopped him with a savage gesture. "No, no, no. Don't you dare shuffle them again." ”
