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But Wingo 's large countenance remained inexpressive , his black eyes still impersonally fixed on space . He sat thus till his chips were counted to him , and then the eyes moved to watch the cards fall . The Governor hoped he might win now , under the jack-pot system . At noon he should have a disclosure to make ; something that would need the most cheerful and contented feelings in Wingo and the Legislature to be received with any sort of calm . Wingo was behind the game to the tune of -- the Governor gave up adding as he ran his eye over the figures of the bank 's erased and tormented record , and he shook his head to himself . This was inadvertent . `` May I inquah who yo 're shakin ' yoh head at , suh ? ''