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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

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"Yes, and in his way he is very clever. Haven't you noticed it?"
Artois did not answer this. But he said:
"Follow your instincts, Vere. I don't think they will often lead you
wrong."
At tea-time Hermione came from her bedroom looking calm and smiling.
There was something deliberate about her serenity, and her eyes were
tired, but she said the little rest had done her good. Vere
instinctively felt that her mother did not wish to be observed, or to
have any fuss made about her condition, and Artois took Vere's cue.
When tea was over, Artois said:
"Well, I suppose I ought to be going."
"Oh no," Hermione said. "We asked you for a long day. That means
dinner."
The cordiality in her voice sounded determined, and therefore formal.
Artois felt chilled. For a moment he looked at her doubtfully.
"Well, but, Hermione, you aren't feeling very well."
"I am much better now. Do stay. I shall rest, and Vere will take care
of you."
It struck him for the first time that she was becoming very ready to
substitute Vere for herself as his companion.


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