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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"


"No; please pay them."
"It's too much."
"Never mind."
The Marchese gave the lire to the blind man, and the musicians went
drearily out.
Then Hermione held out her hand at once.
"I must go now. It is late."
"You are going by sea, Signora?"
"Yes."
"I will accompany you."
"No, indeed. I couldn't think of it. You have friends."
"They will understand. Have you your own boat?"
"No."
"Then of course I shall come with you."
But Hermione was firm. She knew that to-night the company of this
young man would be absolutely unbearable.
"Marchese, indeed I cannot--I cannot allow it. We Englishwomen are
very independent, you know. But you may call me a boat and take me
down to it, as you are so kind."
"With pleasure, Signora."
He went to the open window. At once the boatman's cry rose up.
"Barca! Barca!"
"That is Andrea's voice," said the Marchesino. "I know him. Barca--
si!"
The boat began to glide in towards the land.
As they went out the Marchesino said:
"And how is the Signorina?"
"Very well.


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