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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

Poom!
Poom! He gave her a smack on each cheek before every one. 'You want
education!' he said to her. 'And I shall give it you.' And now she may
bring a /processo/ too. But did you really think we were street
singers?" He threw himself back, took the cigarette from his mouth,
and laughed. Then he caught hold of his blond mustache with both
hands, gave it an upward twist, at the same time pouting his big lips,
and added:
"We shall bring a /causa/ against you for that!"
"No, Doro, you and I must never quarrel. By the way, though, I want to
see you angry. Every one talks of the Panacci temper, but when I am
with you I always see you smiling or laughing. As to the Marchese, he
is as lively as a boy. Viviano--"
"Oh, Viviano is a buffone. Have you ever seen him imitate a monkey
from whom another monkey has snatched a nut?"
"No."
"It is like this--"
With extraordinary suddenness he distorted his whole face into the
likeness of an angry ape, hunching his shoulders and uttering fierce
simian cries.


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