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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

Though his eyes were shut he felt the moonlight leave
his face presently, and knew they were taken by the shadow of the
islet. Then the boat stopped.
A moment later Artois was aware that the boat contained three people
instead of four.
The Marchesino had left it to take a little stroll on shore.
Artois lay still. He knew how light is the slumber of seamen in a boat
with the wide airs about them, and felt sure that the sailors must
have been waked by the tour of the boat across the Pool. Yet they had
not moved, and they continued apparently to sleep. He guessed that a
glance from their "Padrone" had advised them not to wake. And this was
the truth.
At the first movement of the boat both the men had looked up and had
received their message from the Marchesino's expressive eyes. They
realized at once that he had some design which he wished to keep from
the knowledge of his friend, the forestiere. Of course it must be
connected with a woman. They were not particularly curious.


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