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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

He was odd to-night. His
temper had surely been upset. Perhaps it would be better to wait. She
decided not to speak of what was in her mind.
"Well, Gaspare, good-night," she said.
"Good-night, Signora."
She smiled at him.
"You see, after all, you have had to say good-night to me!"
"Signora," he answered, earnestly, "even if I do not come to say good-
night to you always, I shall stay with you till death."
Again he made the little noise with his nose, as he turned away and
went out of the room.
That night, as she got into bed, Hermione called down on that faithful
watch-dog's dark head a blessing, the best that heaven contained for
him. Then she put out the light, and lay awake so long that when a
boat came round the cliff from the Saint's Pool to the open sea, in
the hour before the dawn, she heard the soft splash of the oars in the
water and the sound of a boy's voice singing.
"Oh, dolce luna bianca de l' Estate
Mi fugge il sonno accanto a la marina:
Mi destan le dolcissime serate
Gli occhi di Rosa e il mar di Mergellina.


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