Perceval Gibbon

Name: McClure's Magazine, Volume 28, Number 1 — The Dice
Author: Perceval Gibbon

McClure's Magazine, Volume 28, Number 1…

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“McClure's Magazine, Volume 28, Number 1 — The Dice”, is a work by Perceval Gibbon. It explores elements such as Pavel, dice and dragoons.

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Perceval Gibbon, McClure's Magazine, Volume 28, Number 1…

“ Does that appeal to you at all? It will be a murder. But possibly you do not draw the line at murder? You gentlemen of the barricades are not troubled with scruples, I believe."
"Now, look here," said Pavel, "When you call us murderers, you lie. If you think that men who see the light——"
The other interrupted acidly.
"Oh, look round you, man," he cried, feebly, but with spirit enough. Pavel stared, but there was compulsion in the mere tone, and he looked about uncomprehendingly. There was nought but the naked snow on the empty street, the dark houses, and the unresentful bodies of the dead. ”

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Perceval Gibbon, McClure's Magazine, Volume 28, Number 1…

“ He laid his burden on the bed and dragged off his boots; as he got ready the brandy to restore him, he took a good look at his captive.
The wounded man was very young; Pavel saw his boyishness with a wise pity, not reflecting that he himself lacked a month or two of twenty-one. He wore the uniform of an officer of dragoons, beautifully laced, and his spurs were obvious silver. There was a foppishness in the tunic's cut that somehow was not ridiculous. The clearcut young face, obtruding caste and high breeding in every line, was such that luxury seemed appropriate to its setting. ”

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“ None came back. Pavel had little curiosity about his own fate; he knew he should achieve it soon enough. There were dice in the prison, and he played day and night till he lost his boots and had nothing further to stake. Then one day a warder thrust in a head and called him by name.
"Only one," wondered the others. "What is the idea? Are they going to burn men alive that they call them one at a time?"
Pavel was led across the courtyard, and as he went he looked hard at the sky. But there was no platoon awaiting him, no gallows black against the snow-clouds. ”

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“ Do sparrows fall by chance? Why, then, should the dice or the dvornik fall fortuitously?"
"Well," said the Prince deliberately, "I will play you for my life. Your responsibility is not less than your friend's. Do you also shift it."
Pavel ceased eating. "I don't understand you," he said.
"Look at it sensibly," urged the Prince. His voice was already stronger. "I am shot in an ugly place, and I think I am going to die of it. At this moment, I am all athrill with a fever. The bullet is lodged inside, in a nest of vital parts; it needs a doctor to pull me through; it needs a doctor now. ”

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Perceval Gibbon, McClure's Magazine, Volume 28, Number 1…

“ He was of the of the fair breed that is by instinct law-abiding, a youth of the slow Gothic stem, long-suffering and thorough, and it needed the barricades in the streets, the doors torn out, the sledges overturned, the songs and the shouting, to fire him to the point of fighting against the livery of authority. ”

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Perceval Gibbon, McClure's Magazine, Volume 28, Number 1…

“ If I win, you go out at once and bring me either a doctor or my sergeant. If I lose, you do as you please—stay here and let things take care of themselves. Fetch the dice and throw first."
Pavel sat for some seconds in thought.
"It is fair," he said, and brought the dicebox. He placed it on the pillow while he wheeled the table to the bedside, and then propped the Prince's shoulders with a folded coat so that he might see the results.
He took the box, rattled it, and, with an expert turn of the wrist, strewed the three bone cubes forth. Five, five, six—sixteen in all. ”

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Perceval Gibbon, McClure's Magazine, Volume 28, Number 1…

“ Pavel put the brandy on the table and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"It was the room of one Stepan Duraf," he replied. "He was cut down by your dragoons this afternoon, so none will know that you lie in his bed."
"But the dvornik?" asked the officer. For a dvornik watches every door in Russia; he is the policeman on each threshold.
"The dvornik also died," explained Pavel. "Stepan shot him at two o'clock. So you see, I am safe."
The wounded man smiled. "I suppose you won't tell me your name?" he suggested.
"Naturally not," answered the student. "I am taking risks enough as it is. ”

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