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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"


"I know. You mean what I said the other day. But--if Madre should be
hurt. I don't think I have ever had a secret from her before, a real
secret. But--it's like this. If Madre knows I shall feel horribly
self-conscious, because of what I told you--her having tried and given
it up. I shall feel guilty. Is it absurd?"
"No."
"And--and--I don't believe I shall be able to go on. Of course some
day, if it turns out that I ever can do anything, I must tell. But
that would be different. If it's certain that you can do a thing well
it seems to me that you have a right to do it. But--till then--I'm a
little coward, really."
She ended with a laugh that was almost deprecating.
"Don't tell your mother yet, Vere," said Artois, decisively. "It is as
you say: if you told her before you have thoroughly tried your wings
you might be paralyzed. When, if ever, you can show her something
really good she will be the first to encourage you. But--till then--I
think with you that her influence in that direction would probably be
discouraging.


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