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Laughter arose in both rooms. The Judge and the Bernardine were

playing at marriage; spades were trumps, and the Judge was just

about to make an important play. The Monk could hardly breathe

for excitement, when the Judge caught the beginning of the story,

and was so interested in it that with head thrown back and card

uplifted, ready to take the trick, he sat quiet and only alarmed

the Bernardine, until, when the story was ended, he played his

knave, and said with a laugh:-