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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

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"Si, Signora."
She took her hand from the boy's shoulder. He bent to kiss her hand,
and again, as he was lifting up his head, she saw the melting look in
his eyes. This time it was unmingled with amazement, and it startled
her.
"Oh, Ruffo!" she said, and stopped, staring at him in the darkness.
"Signora! What is it? What have you?"
"Nothing. Good-night, Ruffo."
"Good-night, Signora."
He took off his cap and ran down to the boat. Hermione leaned over the
railing, bending down to see the boy reappear below. When he came he
looked like a shadow. From this shadow there rose a voice singing very
softly.
"Oh, dolce luna bianca de l' Estate--"
The shadow went over to the boat, and the voice died away.
"Gli occhi di Rosa e il mar di Mergellina."
Hermione still was bending down. And she formed the last words with
lips that trembled a little.
"Gli occhi di Rosa e il mar di Mergellina."
Then she said: "Maurice--Maurice!"
And then she stood trembling.


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