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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

His intellect was certainly very much awake
now, and he was setting a guard upon it, to watch it carefully, lest
it should be ruthless, even with Vere. And was he not setting also
another guard to watch the softness of his nature, lest it should
betray him into foolish kindness?
Yet, after a minute, he said to himself that he was wasting his time
in both these proceedings. For Vere's eyes were surely a touchstone to
discover honesty. There is something merciless in the purity of
untarnished youth. What can it not divine at moments?
Artois poured out another cup of tea and drank it, considering the
little funny situation. Vere and he with a secret from Hermione shared
between them! Vere submitting verses to his judgment! He remembered
Hermione's half-concealed tragedy, which, of course, had been patent
to him in its uttermost nakedness. Even Vere had guessed something of
it. Do we ever really hide anything from every one? And yet each one
breathes mystery too. The assertive man is the last of fools.


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