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It was not many minutes before we met Miss Lottie, as everyone
called the woman who presided over this feminine realm of chance.
Miss Lottie was a finely gowned woman, past middle age, but
remarkably well preserved, and with a figure that must have
occasioned much thought to fashion along the lines of the present
slim styles. There seemed to be a man who assisted in the conduct
of the place, a heavy-set fellow with a closely curling mustache.
But as he kept discreetly in the offing, we did not see much of
him.
Miss Lottie was frankly glad to see us, coming so well introduced,
and outspokenly disappointed that we would not take a seat in the
game that was in progress. However, Garrick passed that over by
promising to come around soon. Excise laws were apparently held in
puny respect in this luxurious atmosphere, and while the
hospitable Miss Lottie went to summon a servant to bring
refreshments--at our expense--we had ample opportunity to glance
about at the large room in which we were seated.


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