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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

"
Hermione said nothing, but sat still looking grave.
"Well? Don't you recognize something of yourself in the catalogue, my
friend?"
"Have I a great facility for illusions? Am I capable of heroic
devotion to worthless objects?"
Suddenly Artois remembered all he knew and she did not know.
"At least you act hastily often," he said evasively. "And I think you
are often so concentrated upon the person who stands, perhaps
suffering, immediately before you, that you forget who is on the
right, who is on the left."
"Emile, I asked your advice yesterday, and you would not give it me."
"A fair hit!" he said. "And so Peppina is here. How did the servants
receive her?"
"I think they were rather surprised. Of course they don't know the
truth."
"They will within--shall we say twenty-four hours, or less?"
"How can they? Peppina won't tell them."
"You are sure? And when Gaspare goes into Naples to 'fare la spesa'?"
"I told Gaspare last night."
"That was wisdom. You understand your watch-dog's character.


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