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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

And she had noticed him watching her, and had cast upon him a
look that was unmistakable, a look from the world "behind the
shutter"; and he had understood. Then she had followed him
persistently. When he sat before the "Gran caffe" sipping his coffee
and listening to the orchestra of women that plays on the platform
outside the caffe, she had passed and repassed, always casting upon
him that glance of sinister understanding, of invitation, of dreary
wickedness that sought for, and believed that it had found, an
answering wickedness in him.
Terrible old woman! Peppina's aunt might well be like that. And
Peppina would sleep, perhaps to-night, in the Casa del Mare, under the
same roof as Vere.
He resolved to go that evening to the island, to see Peppina, to see
Vere. He wished, too, to have a little talk with Gaspare about Ruffo.
The watch-dog instinct, which dwelt also in Gaspare, was alive in him.
But to-day it was alive to do service for Vere, not for Hermione. He
knew that, and said to himself that it was natural.


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