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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

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shall give her my money. But my mamma does not like all the neighbors
knowing about that girl. It is a shame for her."
"Yes, of course it is. It is very hard."
She thought a moment. Then she said:
"It must be horrible--horrible!"
She spoke with all the vehemence of her nature. Again, as long ago,
when she knelt before a mountain shrine in the night, she had put
herself imaginatively in the place of a woman, this time in the place
of Ruffo's mother. She realized how she would have felt if her
husband, her "man," had ever been faithless to her.
Ruffo looked at her almost in surprise.
"I wish I could see your poor mother, Ruffo," she said. "I would go to
see her, only--well, you see, I have Peppina here, and--"
She broke off. Perhaps the boy would not understand what she
considered the awkwardness of the situation. She did not quite know
how these people regarded certain things.
"Wait here a moment, Ruffo," she said. "I am going to give you
something for your mother.


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