I've lost every thing now I've lost my trumps.

You to play." Anne looked at her hand.

At the same moment the lightning flashed into the room through the ill-closed shutters; the roar of the thunder burst over the house, and shook it to its foundation.

The screaming of some hysterical female tourist, and the barking of a dog, rose shrill from the upper floor of the inn.

Anne's nerves could support it no longer.
She flung her cards on the table, and sprang to her feet.
"I can play no more," she said.