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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"


"Then we will take our cloaks in case. It is fearfully hot. I thought
so when I was dressing. No doubt the launch will have a cabin."
A siren hooted.
"That is the Marchesino saluting us!" cried Vere. "Come along, Madre!
Maria! Maria!"
She ran out, calling for the cloaks.
"Do you like Vere's frock, Emile?" said Hermione, as they followed.
"Yes. She looks delicious--but quite like a little woman of the world."
"Ah, you like her best as the Island child. So do I. Oh, Emile!"
"What is it?"
"I can't help it. I hate Vere's growing up."
"Few things can remain unchanged for long. This sea will be
unrecognizable before we return."
Gaspare met them on the landing with solemn eyes.
"There is going to be a great storm, Signora," he said. "It is coming
from Ischia."
"So Don Emilio thinks. But we will take wraps, and we are going in a
launch. It will be all right, Gaspare."
"Shall I come with you, Signora?"
"Well, Gaspare, you see it is the Marchese's launch--"
"If you would like me to come, I will ask the Signore Marchese.


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