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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"


"Si, Signora, I am very young."
His simple voice almost made her laugh, stirred in her that sweet
humor which has its dwelling at the core of the heart.
"Young and happy," she said.
And as she said it she remembered Vere's words that evening; "I think
he has rather a hard time."
"At least, I hope you are happy, Ruffo," she added.
"Si, Signora."
He looked at her. She was not sure which he meant, whether his assent
was to her hope or to the fact of his happiness. She wondered which it
was.
"Young people ought to be happy," she said.
"Ought they, Signora?"
"You like your life, don't you? You like the sea?"
"Si, Signora. I could not live away from the sea. If I could not see
the sea every day I don't know what I should do."
"I love it, too."
"The Signorina loves the sea."
He had ignored her love for it and seized on Vere's. She thought that
this was very characteristic of his youth.
"Yes. She loves being here. You talked to her to-night, didn't you?"
"Si, Signora.


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