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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"


"Well, Vere?"
"Madre, we are going out a little way in the boat, and we want you to
come with us."
"Where are you going?"
"To see the fishermen, just beyond the grotto of Virgilio. You will
come?"
"Do come, my friend," added Artois.
But Hermione sat still.
"I'm a little tired to-night," she answered. "I think I would rather
stay quietly here. You won't be long, will you?"
"Oh no, Madre. Only a few minutes. But, really, won't you?" Vere laid
her hand on her mother's. "It's so lovely on the sea to-night."
"I know. But honestly, I'm lazy to-night."
Vere looked disappointed. She took away her hand gently.
"Then we'll stay with you, won't we, Monsieur Emile?"
"No, Vere," said her mother quickly, before he could answer. "You two
go. I sha'n't be dull. You won't be very long?"
"No, of course. But--"
"Go, dearest, go. Are you going to row, Emile?"
"I could. Or shall we take Gaspare?"
"It's Gaspare's supper-time," said Vere.
"Hush, then!" said Artois, putting his finger to his lips.


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