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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

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Her dark eyes met the eyes in the glass and smiled.
"And yet I shall be seventeen quite soon. What can have made Gaspare
talk like that to Madre? I wonder what he said exactly. And then that
about 'women cannot talk to everybody as children can.' Now what--?"
Ruffo came into her mind.
"Ah!" she said, aloud.
The figure in the glass made a little gesture. It threw up its hand.
"That's it! That's it! Gaspare thinks--"
"Signorina! Signorina!"
Gaspare's voice was speaking outside the door. And now there came a
firm knock. Vere turned round, rather startled. She had been very much
absorbed by her colloquy.
"What is it, Gaspare?"
"Signorina, there's a boat coming in from Naples with Don Emilio in
it."
"Don Emilio! He's come back! Oh!" There was a pause. Then she cried
out, "Capital! Capital!"
She ran to the door and opened it.
"Just think of Don Emilio's being back already, Gaspare. But Madre!
She will be sorry."
"Signorina?"
"Why? What's the matter?"
"Are you coming out like that?"
"What?--Oh, you mean my hair?"
"Si, Signorina.


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