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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

But of course the
neighbors all know, and--the population here has its virtues, but it
is not exactly a delicate population."
"Per Bacco!"
"And now that the poor girl is disfigured the aunt is going to turn
her out-of-doors. She says Peppina must go and earn money for herself.
Of course nobody will take her. I want to. I have seen her, talked to
her. She would be so thankful. She is in despair. Think of it!
Nineteen, and all her beauty gone! Isn't it devilish?"
"And the man?"
"Oh, they say he'll get scarcely anything, if anything. Two or three
months, perhaps. He is 'protected.' It makes my blood boil."
Artois was silent, waiting for her to say more, to ask questions.
"The only thing is--Vere, Emile," she said.
"Vere?"
"Yes. You know how friendly she is with the servants. I like her to
be. But of course till now they have been all right--so far as I
know."
"You do well to add that proviso."
"Peppina would not wait on us. She would be in the kitchen. Am I
justified in taking her? Of course I could help her with money.


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