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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

And she felt as if her friend of years, the friend whose
life she had perhaps saved in Africa, had turned in that moment into a
stranger, or--even into an enemy. For this furtive withdrawal from
their beautiful and open intimacy was like an act of hostility. She
was almost dazed for an instant. Then her brain worked with feverish
activity. What had Emile meant? Her permission to Vere was connected
in his mind with Peppina. He must know something about Vere and
Peppina that she did not know. She looked at him, and her face,
usually so sensitive, so receptive, so warmly benign when it was
turned to his, was hard and cold.
"Emile," she said, "what was it you meant about Peppina? I think I
have a right to know. I brought her into the house. Why should Peppina
have anything to do with my giving Vere permission to read your
books?"
Artois' instinct was not to tell what Vere had not told, and therefore
had not wished to be known. Yet he hated to shuffle with Hermione. He
chose a middle course.


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