human
Fool! said Merrihew in an undertone, as the man strolled leisurely past them.
gpt
Eight thousand, and not content to quit!
human
My boy, a man who needs a hundred thousand and wins but eight is seldom content. Hillard followed the Italian with his eyes as he approached one of the lounges. There the loser was joined by his friend, and the two of them fell to gesticulating wildly, after the manner of their race. Hillard understood this pantomime; the diplomat had been a share-holder.
gpt
Start your play, Dan. I'll find plenty of amusement at the other tables. My watching your game hasn't brought you any luck up to the present. Go in and give 'em a beating.