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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"


"To tell the truth," he answered, "I did not expect to see you. I
thought you were all in bed."
"Oh no. I have been on the terrace and in the garden. Vere is out
somewhere. I was just going to look for her."
There was a distinct question in her prominent eyes as she fixed them
on him.
"No, I haven't seen Vere," he said, answering it.
"Are you alone?" she asked, abruptly.
"No. You remember my mentioning my friend, the Marchesino Panacci?
Well, he is with me. We were going to fish. The fishermen suggested
our sleeping in the Saint's Pool for an hour or two first. I found
Doro gone and came to look for him."
There was still a faint embarrassment in his manner.
"I believe you have seen him," he added. "He was bathing the other day
when you were passing in the boat,--I think it was you. Did you see a
young man who did some tricks in the water?"
"Oh yes, an impudent young creature. He pretended to be a porpoise and
a seal. He made us laugh. Vere was delighted with him.


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