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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

But he looked at Vere, too, in search of something else,
thinking of Ruffo, trying to probe into the depth of human mysteries,
to find the secret spring that carried child to child.
"What do you want, Monsieur Emile?"
"I want to know how the work goes," he answered, smiling.
She flushed a little.
"And I want to tell you something," he added. "My talk with you roused
me up. Vere, you set me working as I have not worked for a long
while."
A lively pleasure showed in her face.
"Is that really true? But then I must be careful, or you will never
come to see us any more. You will always be shut up in the hotel
writing."
They mounted the cliff together and, without question or reply, as by
a mutual instinct, turned towards the seat that faced Ischia, clear
to-day, yet romantic with the mystery of heat. When they had sat down
Vere added:
"And besides, of course, I know that it is Madre who encourages you
when you are depressed about your work. I have heard you say so
often.


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