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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

And
she could not answer "no" to his simple question.
"Come in, Gaspare," she said, "and shut the door. I'm all alone. I
should like to have a little talk with you."
He obeyed her, shut the door gently, and came up to her with the
comfortable confidence of one safe in his welcome, desired not merely
as a servant but as a friend by his Padrona.
"Did you want to say anything particular, Gaspare?" Hermione asked
him. "Here--take a cigarette."
She gave him one. He took it gently, twitching his nose as he did so.
This was a little trick he had when he was pleased.
"You can smoke it here, if you like."
"Grazie, Signora."
He lit it gravely and took a whiff. Then he said:
"The Signorina is outside."
"Is she?"
Hermione looked towards the window.
"It is a lovely night."
"Si, Signora."
He took another whiff, and turned his great eyes here and there,
looking about the room. Hermione began to wonder what he had to say to
her. She was certain that he had come to her for some reason other
than just to ask if she had need of him.


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