Fools Die. by Mario Puzo. Book II. Chapter II. Part 14.
It was against the rules for her to mention Jordan’s luck to fellow gamblers. They might tap him for a loan or he might feel jinxed. But by this time Diane knew Jordan well enough to sense he didn’t care about any of the usual superstitions gamblers worried about.
Cully Countdown shook his head. “I have the feeling.” He brandished his right arm, shaking imaginary dice.
The music blared; they could no longer hear each other speak. It blew them out of their sanctuary of darkness into the blazing stage that was the casino floor. There were many more players now, but they could move fluidly.
Diane, her coffee break over, went back to the baccarat table to bet the house money, to fill up space. But without passion. As a house shill, winning and losing house money, she was boringly immortal. And so she walked more slowly than the others.