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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

He looked round reproachfully over his shoulder.
"Signorina," he said, turning the boat round, "you are like a wicked
baby to-day."
"What is it, Gaspare?" she asked, this time letting him come towards
her.
"I say that you are like a wicked baby. And only the other day I was
saying to the Signora--"
"What were you saying?"
She swam to the boat and got in.
"What?" she repeated, sitting down on the gunwale, while he began to
row towards the islet.
"I was saying that you are nearly a woman now."
Vere seemed extraordinarily thin and young as she sat there in her
dripping bathing-dress, with her small, bare feet distilling drops
into the bottom of the boat, and her two hands, looking drowned,
holding lightly to the wood on each side of her. Even Gaspare, as he
spoke, was struck by this, and by the intensely youthful expression in
the eyes that now regarded him curiously.
"Really, Gaspare?"
Vere asked the question quite seriously.
"Si, Signorina."
"A woman!"
She looked down, as if considering herself.


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