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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

But I haven't had time to talk to
him this morning."
"Is Ruffo still in the house?"
"Oh no. He went off in the boat. They came for him about eight."
"Ah!"
Artois went to the window and looked out. But now he saw nothing,
although the three women were still talking and gesticulating on the
terrace of the bath-house, more fishing-boats were being towed or
rowed out into the Bay, carts were passing by, and people were
strolling in the sun.
"You say that Vere showed agitation last night?" he said, turning
round after a moment.
"About Ruffo's illness? It really almost amounted to that. But Vere
was certainly excited. Didn't you notice it?"
"I think she was."
"Emile," Hermione said, after an instant of hesitation, "you remember
my saying to you the other day that Vere was not a stranger to me?"
"Yes, quite well."
"You said nothing--I don't think you agreed. Well, since that day--
only since then--I have sometimes felt that there is much in Vere that
I do not understand, much that is hidden from me.


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