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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

There was the graciousness of youth there, of youth and
promise; but there was tragedy there, too, in the heart of Hermione,
and in Peppina, typified by the cross upon her cheek. And does not
like draw like?
For a moment he saw the little island with a great cloud above it. But
when he landed and met Vere he felt the summer, and knew that the sky
was clear.
Hermione was not on the island, Vere told him. She had left many
apologies, and would be home for lunch. She had had to go in to Naples
to see the dentist. A tooth had troubled her in the night. She had
gone by tram. As Vere explained Artois had a moment of surprise, a
moment of suspicion--even of vexation. But it passed when Vere said:
"I'm afraid poor Madre suffered a great deal. She looked dreadful this
morning, as if she hadn't slept all night."
"Poveretta!" said Artois.
He looked earnestly at Vere. This was the first time they had met
since the revelation of Peppina. What the Marchesino had seen Artois
saw more plainly, felt more strongly than the young Neapolitan had
felt.


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