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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

Has she changed
lately?"
"She is at an age when development seems sudden, and is often
striking, even startling."
"I don't know why, but--but I dread something," Hermione said. "I feel
as if--no, I don't know what I feel. But if Vere should ever drift
away from me I don't know how I could bear it. A boy--one expects him
to go out into the world. But a girl! I want to keep Vere. I must keep
Vere. If anything else were to be taken from me I don't think I could
bear it."
"Vere loves you. Be sure of that."
"Yes."
Hermione got up.
"Well, you won't give me your advice?"
"No, Hermione."
He looked at her steadily.
"You must treat Vere as you think best, order her life as you think
right. In some things you do wisely to consult me. But in this you
must rely on yourself. Let your heart teach you. Do not ask questions
of my head."
"Your head!" she exclaimed.
There was a trace of disappointment, even of surprise, in her voice.
She looked at him as if she were going to say more, but again she was
disconcerted by something in his look, his attitude.


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