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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

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"Signorina, I have been taken into the boat of Mandano Giuseppe."
He spoke rather proudly, and evidently thought she would know of whom
he was telling her. "I fish for sarde now."
"Is that better for you?"
"Si, Signorina, of course."
"I am glad of that."
"Si, Signorina."
He stood beside her quite at his ease. To-night he had on a cap, but
it was pushed well off his brow, and showed plenty of his thick, dark
hair.
"When did you see me?" she asked.
"Almost directly, Signorina."
"And what made you look up?"
"Signorina?"
"Why did you look up directly?"
"Non lo so, Signorina."
"I think it was because I made you feel that I was there," she said.
"I think you obey me without knowing it. You did the same the other
day."
"Perhaps, Signorina."
"Have you smoked all the cigarettes?"
She saw him smile, showing his teeth.
"Si, Signorina, long ago. I smoked them the same day."
"You shouldn't. It is bad for a boy, and you are younger than I am,
you know.


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