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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"


Perhaps--"
"You once asked my advice," he interrupted. "I give it now. Leave Vere
alone. What she needs she will obtain. Have no fear of that."
"You are sure?"
"Quite sure. Sometimes, often, the children know instinctively more
than their elders know by experience."
Hermione's lips trembled.
"Sometimes," she said, in a low voice, "I think Vere knows far more
than I do. But--but I often feel that I am very blind, very stupid.
You called me an impulsive--I suppose I am one. But if I don't follow
my impulses, what am I to follow? One must have a guide."
"Yes, and reason is often such a dull one, like a verger throwing one
over a cathedral and destroying its mystery and its beauty with every
word he speaks. When one is young one does not feel that one needs a
guide at all."
"Sometimes--often--I feel very helpless now," she said.
He was acutely conscious of the passionate longing for sympathy that
was alive within her, and more faintly aware of a peculiar depression
that companioned her to-night.


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