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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

To her mother it seemed as if she was a very
long time coming; but at last her light step fell on the stairs, and
she entered quickly.
"Madre! How late you are! Where have you been?"
"Am I late? I dined at the little restaurant at the top of the hill
where the tram passes."
"There? But you haven't been there all this time?"
"No. Afterwards I took the tram to Posilipo and came home by boat. And
what have you been doing?"
"Oh, all sorts of things--what I always do. Just now I've been with
Ruffo."
"Gaspare told me he was here."
"Yes. We've been having a talk."
Hermione waited for Vere to say something more, but she was silent.
She stood near the window looking out, and the expression on her face
had become rather vague, as if her mind had gone on a journey.
"Well," said the mother at last, "and what does Ruffo say for himself,
Vere?"
"Ruffo? Oh, I don't know."
She paused, then added:
"I think he has rather a hard time, do you know, Madre?"
Hermione had taken off her hat.


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