"The fact is, somebody should invent a mill to do amusements for you, my dear fellow," said Sir Hugo, "as the Tartars get their praying done. But I agree with you; I never cared for play. It's monotonous--knits the brain up into meshes. And it knocks me up to watch it now. I suppose one gets poisoned with the bad air. I never stay here more than ten minutes. But where's your gambling beauty, Deronda? Have you seen her lately?"
"She's gone," said Deronda, curtly.

"I agree with you, my dear fellow," said Sir Hugo; "I never cared for play. It knits the brain up into meshes. I never stay here more than ten minutes. But where's your gambling beauty, Deronda? Have you seen her lately?"
"She's gone," said Deronda, curtly.
