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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"


"Ecco!" said Gaspare. "Signora, you ought to start at once. But the
Signor Marchese--"
The thunder followed. Hermione had been waiting for it, and felt
almost relieved when it came crashing above the Scoglio di Frisio.
"The Signor Marchese, Gaspare?" she asked, putting on the cloak he was
holding for her.
"He only laughs, Signora," said Gaspare, rather contemptuously. "The
Signor Marchese thinks only of his pleasure."
"Well, he must think of yours now," said Artois, decisively, to
Hermione. "You will have a rough voyage to the island, even as it is."
They were walking towards the entrance. Hermione had noticed the
pronoun, and said quietly:
"You will take a carriage to the hotel, or a tram?"
"The tram, I think. It passes the door here."
He glanced at her and added:
"I noticed that the cabin of the launch is very small, and as Gaspare
is with you--"
"Oh, of course!" she said quickly. "It would be ridiculous for you to
come all the way back with us. Besides, there is not room in the
cabin.


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