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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

We must keep out any more."
"Signore, I shall always do what I can to spare my Padrona. Thank you
for the cigar, Signore. I ought to go now. I have to go to Mergellina
for the boat."
"To Mergellina?"
Again Artois looked at him searchingly.
"Si, Signore; I left the boat at Mergellina. It is very hot to row all
the way here."
"Yes. A rivederci, Gaspare. Perhaps I shall sail round to the island
to-night after dinner. But I'm not sure. So you need not say I am
coming."
"A rivederci, Signore."
When Gaspare had gone, Artois said to himself, "He does not trust me."
Artois was surprised to realize how hurt he felt at Gaspare's attitude
towards him that day. Till now their mutual reserve had surely linked
them together. Then silence had been a bond. But there was a change,
and the bond seemed suddenly loosened.
"Damn the difference between the nations!" Artois thought. "How can we
grasp the different points of view? How can even the cleverest of us
read clearly in others of a different race from our own?"
He felt frustrated, as he had sometimes felt frustrated by Orientals.


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