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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"


"Vere!" she called out. "Vere! Emile!"
Was her voice odd, startling?
They did not hear her. Emile was speaking now. She heard the deep,
booming sound of his powerful voice, that seemed expressive of
strength and will.
"Vere! Emile!"
As she called again she went towards the window. She felt passionately
excited. The excitement had come suddenly to her when they had not
heard her first call.
"Emile! Emile!" she repeated. "Emile!"
"Madre!"
"Hermione!"
Both voices sounded startled.
"What's the matter?"
Vere appeared at the window, looking frightened.
"Hermione, what is it?"
Emile was there beside her. And he, too, looked anxious, almost
alarmed.
"I only wanted to let you know I had come back," said Hermione,
crushing down her excitement and forcing herself to smile.
"But why did you call like that?"
Vere spoke.
"Like what? What do you mean, figlia mia?"
"It sounded--"
She stopped and looked at Artois.
"It frightened me. And you, Monsieur Emile?"
"I, too, was afraid for a moment that something unpleasant had
happened.


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