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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

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"Chi lo sa?" returned Gaspare.
And again that ironical expression was in his eyes.
"By here I meant here in Naples, where we all are--or on the island,
for instance."
"Signore, in this life there is trouble for all."
"But some troubles, some disasters can be avoided."
"It's possible."
"Gaspare"--Artois looked at him steadily, searchingly even, and spoke
very gravely--"I respect you for your discretion of many years. But if
you know of any trouble, any danger that is near to the Signora, and
against which I could help you to protect her, I hope you will trust
me and tell me. I think you ought to do that."
"I don't know what you mean, Signore."
"Are you quite sure, Gaspare? Are you quite sure that no one comes to
the island who might make the Signora very unhappy?"
Gaspare had dropped his eyes. Now he lifted them, and looked Artois
straight in the face.
"No, Signore, I am not sure of that," he said.
There was nothing rude in his voice, but there was something stern.


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