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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

"I have missed you."
He noticed that she ruled out Vere in that sentence; but the warmth of
her voice stirred warmth in him, and he answered:
"Let me come to-morrow."
"Do--do!"
"In the morning, to lunch, and to spend a long day."
Suddenly she remembered the Marchesino and the sound of his voice when
he had spoken of his friend.
"Lunch?" she said.
Instantly he caught her hesitation, her dubiety.
"It isn't convenient, perhaps?"
"Perfectly, only--only the Marchesino is coming."
"To-morrow--To lunch?"
The hardness of the Marchesino's voice was echoed now in the voice of
Artois. There was antagonism between these men. Hermione realized it.
"Yes. I invited him this evening."
There was a slight pause. Then Artois said:
"I'll come some other day, Hermione. Well, my friend, au revoir, and
bon voyage to the island."
His voice had suddenly become cold, and he signed to his boatman.
"Avanti!"
The boat slipped away and was lost in the darkness.
Hermione had said nothing.


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