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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

She
was really disinclined for talk, and was perpetually remembering that
the presence of the Marchesino had prevented Emile from coming to
spend a long day. But she remembered also her guest's hospitality at
Frisio's, and her social instinct defied her natural reluctance to be
lively. She said to herself that she was rapidly developing into a
fogey, and must rigorously combat the grievous tendency. By a sheer
exertion of will-power she drove herself into a different, and
conversational, mood. The Marchesino politely responded. He was
perfectly self-possessed, but he was not light-hearted. The unusual
effort of being thoughtful had, perhaps, distressed or even outraged
his brain. And the worst of it was that he was still thinking--for him
quite profoundly.
However, they talked about risotto, they talked about Vesuvius, they
spoke of the delights of summer in the South and of the advantages of
living on an island.
"Does it not bore you, Signora, having the sea all round?" asked the
Marchesino.


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