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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"


"We are nobodies," she repeated.
"You dare to say that you are a nobody!" exclaimed the young man,
looking at her with ardent eyes. "Ah, Signorina, you do wrong to drink
no wine. In wine there is truth, they say. But you--you drink water,
and then you say these dreadful things that are not--are not true.
Emilio"--he suddenly appealed to Artois--"would not the Signorina
honor any book by writing her name in it? I ask you if--"
"Marchese, don't be ridiculous!" said Vere, with sudden petulance.
"Don't ask Monsieur Emile absurd questions!"
"But he thinks as I do. Emilio, is it not so? Is it not an honor for
any book to have the Signorina's name?"
He spoke emphatically and looked really in earnest. Artois felt as if
he were listening to a silly boy who understood nothing.
"Let us all write our names," he said. "Here comes the book."
The Padrone bore it proudly down between the mirrors and the windows.
But Vere suddenly got up.
"I won't write my name," she said, sticking out her chin with the
little determined air that was sometimes characteristic of her.


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