Unaccountably they had come and gone, one followed by the other.

Of that last new face in my vision I could make nothing, save that some one seemed to have painted it over there in the other house.

How I had come by my own mind copy of it was a mystery to me beyond solution.
I played the game again to still this perplexity which had a way of seizing me at odd moments.

It is an especially good game for a man who has had to believe that life will always beat him..