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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

Where is Vere? I thought she was entertaining
you."
"We have been having tea together. She has this moment gone out of the
room."
"Oh!"
She seemed to expect some further explanation. As he gave none she sat
down.
"Wasn't she very surprised to see you?"
"I think she was. She had just been bathing, and came running in with
her hair all about her, looking like an Undine with a dash of Sicilian
blood in her. Here she is!"
"Are you pleased, Madre? You poor, hot Madre!"
Vere sat down by her mother and put one arm round her. Subtly she was
trying to make up to her mother for the little secret she was keeping
from her for a time.
"Are you very, very pleased?"
"Yes, I think I am."
"Think! You mischievous Madre!"
Hermione laughed.
"But I feel almost jealous of you two sitting here in the cool, and
having a quiet tea and a lovely talk while-- Never mind. Here is my
tea. And there's another thing. Oh, Emile, I do wish I had known you
would arrive to-day!"
"Why specially?"
"I've committed an unusual crime.


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