You are an infant, man.

See that you be not delivered into the hands of the enemy." They looked now each into his renewed hand of five cards.

Dunwody swept a stack of money toward the center of the table.

"A thousand dollars against one look from her eye!" "My dear sir," rejoined the other calmly, "you are raised to the extent of two glances--one from each eye." "Another thousand for the touch of her glove." "I come back.

You shall have a pair." "A thousand more to hear the sound of her step--another thousand for one smile!" Carlisle's voice trembled, but he forced himself under control.
"My dear sir, you shall have all you wish! I am sure if she could see you now she herself would be disposed to smile.