...you are a fool, Rex. Why, you have been betting about it just as if it were a certainty.' He either fears his fate too much, Or his desert is small, Who...dares not put it to the touch, And win or lose it all. And as my desert is not small, and as I do not fear my fate ;\ bit, I like the venture. At the worst...

...mean to lose — anyhow, it is too late to preach or to 'repent. So good night, old fellow. He either fears his fate too much, Or his desert is small, Who...dares not put it to the touch, And win or lose it all. And as my desert is not small, and as I do not fear my fate a bit, I like the venture. At the worst,...

...moves, rise roses, hyacinths, and ambrosial odours. Don't talk to me about poverty, sir ! He either fears his fate too much or his desert is small, who...dares not put it to the touch and win or lose it all ! Haven't I endured poverty ? Am I not as poor now as a man can be — and what is there in it ? Do...

...to lose — anyhow, it is too late to preach or to repent. So, good night, old fellow. " ' He either fears his fate too much, Or his desert is small, Who...not put it to the touch, And win or lose it all.' And as my desert is not small, and as I do not fear my fate a bit, I like the venture. At the worst...

...neighbours, that I will try at her bidding to like even the Miss Dixens." CHAPTER XXXIX. " He either fears his fate too much, Or his desert is small, Who...dares not put it to the touch, And win or lose it all"1 " MOKTKOSB. THE next day but one after the above incidents took place, Mabel, who had not seen...

...roses, hyacinths, and ambrosial odours. Don't talk to me about poverty, sir ! He either fears his fete too much or his desert is small, who dares not put it to the touch and win or lose it all ! Haven't I endured poverty ? Am I not as poor now as a man can be — and what is there in it ? Do...

...hyacinths, and ambrosial odors. Don't talk to me about poverty, Sir! He cither fears his fate too mueh or his desert is small, who dares not put it to the touch and win or lose it all! Haven't I endured poverty ? Am I not as ]x>or now as a man can be — and what is there in it? Do I...

...she moves rise roses, hyacinths, and ambrosial odors. Don't talk to me about poverty, Sir! He either fears his fate too much or his desert is small, who...dares not put it to the touch and win or lose it all! Haven't I endured poverty ? Am I not as poor now as a man can be—and what is there in it? Do I want...

...for Clare ; he picked it up and read — '• He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch And win — or lose it all." "I accept the omen," he said aloud, rising ; "the brave old Marquis was in the right, and I, a soldier...

...marble-playing, as in everything else, and agree with the grand old Elizabethan poet, who wrote — "He either fears his fate too much, Or his desert is small. Who...dares not put it to the touch, And win or lose it alL" BACK HITS, OR LAG.— For this game, the ground should be very nard and smooth, or there should be...