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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

So it is. And nevertheless all
that is to come must come, and all that is to go must go at the time
appointed; just as the cloud falls and lifts at the time appointed,
and the wind blows and fails, and Ramadan is here and is over."
As he ceased from speaking he got up from his chair, and, followed by
the young Frenchman, he passed in front of Artois, went down to the
waterside, stepped into a boat, and was rowed away into the gathering
shadows of night.
Artois sat very still for a time. Then he, too, got into a boat and
was rowed away across the calm water to the island.
He found Hermione sitting alone, without a lamp, on the terrace,
meditating, perhaps, beneath the stars. When she saw him she got up
quickly, and a strained look of excitement came into her face.
"You have come!"
"Yes. You--are you surprised? Did you wish to be alone?"
"No. Will you have some coffee?"
He shook his head.
"I dined at the Giuseppone. I had it there."
He glanced round.
"Are you looking for Vere? She is out on the cliff, I suppose.


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