The following strange but apparently authentic fact, is related
in the Mercure Francois (Tome I. Annee 1610).
'A man named Pennichon, being a prisoner in the Conciergerie
during the month of September, 1610, died there of a wonderfully
sudden death. He could not refrain from play. Having one day
lost his money, he uttered frightful imprecations against his
body and against his soul, swearing that he would never play at
cards again. Nevertheless, a few days after, he began to play
again with those in his apartment, and on a dispute respecting
discarding, he repeated his execrable oaths. And when one of the
company told him he should fear the Divine justice, he only swore
the more, and made such confusion that there had to be another
deal. But as soon as three other cards were given him, he placed
them in his hat, which he held before him, and whilst looking at
them, with his elbows on the table and his face in the hat, he so
suddenly expired that one of the party said--"Come, now play,"
and pushed him with his elbow, thinking he was asleep, when he
fell down dead upon the floor.'
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