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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"


The words of the Oriental had sunk deep into his soul.
When the song was over he turned resolutely away. He felt that those
children should not be disturbed. Hermione hesitated for a moment.
Then she fell in with his caprice. At the house door he bade her good-
bye. She scarcely answered. And he left her standing there alone in
the still night.

CHAPTER XXIV
Her unrest was greater than ever, and the desire that consumed her
remained ungratified, although Emile had come to the island as if in
obedience to her fierce mental summons. But she had not seen him even
for a moment with Vere. Why had she let him go? When would he come
again? She might ask him to come for a long day, or she might get Vere
to ask him.
Vere must surely be longing to have a talk with her secret mentor,
with her admirer and inspirer. And then Hermione remembered how often
she had encouraged Emile, how they had discussed his work together,
how he had claimed her sympathy in difficult moments, how by her
enthusiasm she had even inspired him--so at least he had told her.


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