One day a gentleman collapsed in the entrance hall of White's, London's oldest, most exclusive club. Legend has it that while he was being dragged inside, other club members wagered on whether he was dead or just unconscious. This so shocked a parson that he cried out: "I protest! I believe that if the last trumpet were sounded, [Britons] would bet on whether it was a puppet show or the last Day of Judgment."
Last week, though parsons still thundered, Britons were betting more than ever. Gambling is more at home in Britain...
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