About this story
In Paris a dead face leans close in the smallest hour, and off Genoa the sea hands back your husband at the end of a rope. Widowed, you keep your mother's girls, a drawer of letters, and the shipping lists, until at last you take the east line yourself. Sixty-five chapters carry the girl at the gaming table to a home port of her own.
How it opens
Gaslight glazed the roulette table while rain silvered the German spa windows.
Mr VandernoodtHalf Europe has brought its gold and bad judgment to this green cloth.
Mrs DavilowOne more turn cannot improve your luck, Gwendolen.
You placed another counter while your mother's warning vanished beneath the wheel.
Choose
Would you have me retreat while everyone is looking?
Let the wheel decide whether we stay.