And yet, to suppose that this number, 9672, will necessarily prove the lucky one, is simply ridiculous and absurd.
Still, I would not have given up the ticket, I think.

After once refusing to surrender it to Sandgoist Hulda would have done better to turn a deaf ear to her mother's entreaties." The brother and sister could find nothing to say in reply.

In giving the ticket to Dame Hansen, Hulda had been prompted by a filial sentiment that was certainly to be commended rather than censured.

The sacrifice she had made was not one of more or less probable chance, but of Ole Kamp's last wishes and of her last memento of her lover.
But it was too late to think of this now.

Sandgoist had the ticket.
It belonged to him, and he would sell it to the highest bidder.