"We'll see," she said, already planning a mental trip to the bulletin to see when and where one might take place.

The dealer flipped over his own card. It was not ideal, but Bella still had a chance: if the next card was either two of the four suits, she might have a match capable of beating Arthur Pettigrew. There was always a chance they could draw, she thought idly to herself as she pushed forward three sickles. She did not want to bet less than him, because she would look weak; still, she felt her heart skip a beat as she risked a nearly half a week's worth of wages from when she worked at the Hog's Head. Back then, the loss of this sort of money would have seen her homeless.

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