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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"


Suddenly Vere got up and went quietly away. While she had been with
them silence had been easy. Directly she was gone Artois felt that it
was difficult, in another moment that it was no longer possible.
"Am I to see Peppina to-night?" he asked.
"Do you wish to?"
Hermione's hands moved a little faster about their work when he spoke.
"I feel a certain interest in her, as I should in any new inhabitant
of the island. A very confined space seems always to heighten the
influence of human personality, I think. On your rock everybody must
mean a good deal, perhaps more than you realize, Hermione."
"I am beginning to realize that," she answered, quietly. "Perhaps they
mean too much. I wonder if it is wise to live as we do?"
"In such comparative isolation, you mean?"
"Yes."
She laid her work down in her lap.
"I'm afraid that by nature I am a monopolist," she said. "And as I
could never descend into the arena of life to struggle to keep what I
have, if others desired to take it from me, I am inclined jealously to
guard it.


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