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Now it was pound pints , and five pound the bet . I thought , to be sure , after hearing the complymints between Blewitt and master in the morning , that now poor Dawkins 's time was come . Not so : Dawkins won always , Mr. B. betting on his play , and giving him the very best of advice . At the end of the evening -LRB- which was abowt five o'clock the nex morning -RRB- they stopt . Master was counting up the skore on a card . `` Blewitt , '' says he , `` I 've been unlucky . I owe you , let me see -- yes , five-and-forty pounds ? ''