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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

Without him she would indeed have been a derelict.
Again that bitter flood of curiosity welled up in her. She wondered
where Vere was, but she did not go to the girl's room. Instead, she
went to her own sitting-room. Yesterday she had been restless. She had
felt driven. To-day she felt even worse. But to-day she knew what
yesterday she had not known--Vere's solitary occupation. Why had not
Vere told her, confided in her? It was a very simple matter. The only
reason why it now assumed an importance to her was because it had been
so carefully concealed. Why had not Vere told her all about it, as she
told her other little matters of their island life, freely, without
even a thought of hesitation?
She sought the reason of this departure which was paining her. But at
first she did not find it.
Perhaps Vere wanted to give her a surprise. For a moment her heart
grew lighter. Vere might be preparing something to please or astonish
her mother, and Emile might be in the secret, might be assisting in
some way.


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