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IX. page 7
`The same flocks of well-dressed and fashionable-looking men
of all ages pass in and out all through the day and night; tens
of thousands of dollars are lost and won; the "click" of the
markers never ceases; all speak in a low tone; everything has a
serious, quiet appearance. The dealers seem to know every one,
and nod familiarly to all who approach their tables. John
Morrissey is occasionally to be seen, walking through the rooms,
apparently a disinterested spectator. He is a short, thick-set
man, of about 40 years, dark complexion, and wears a long beard,
dresses in a slovenly manner, and walks with a swagger. Now and
then he approaches the table; makes a few bets, and is then lost
in the crowd.'[89]
[89] _Ubi supra_.
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