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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

Was it not, therefore, an
appropriate setting for him and for Hermione? As this idea came into
his mind it sent a rather bitter smile to his lips, and Hermione,
coming in just then, saw the smile and said,--
"What is it, Emile? Why are you smiling?"
"Perhaps I will tell you when we are on the sea," he answered.
He looked at her. She had on a black hat, over which a white veil was
fastened. It was tied beneath her chin, and hung down in a cloud over
her breast. It made him think of the strange misty clouds which
brooded about the breasts of the mountains of Ischia.
"Shall we go?" she said.
"Yes. What is Vere doing?"
"She is in her room."
"What is she doing there?"
"Reading, I suppose. She often shuts herself up. She loves reading
almost more than I do."
"Well?"
Hermione led the way down-stairs. When they were outside, on the crest
of the islet, the peculiar sickliness of the weather struck them both
more forcibly.
"This is the strangest scirocco effect I think I have ever seen," said
Artois.


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