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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

Have you said anything?"
Peppina looked more frightened.
"Signora," she began. "Madonna! It was not my fault, it was not my
fault!"
She raised her voice, and began to gesticulate.
"Hush, Peppina. Now don't be afraid of me."
"You are my preserver, Signora! My saint has forgotten me, but you--"
"I will not leave you to the streets. You must trust me. And now tell
me--quietly--what have you told the Signorina?"
And presently Peppina was induced to be truthful, and Hermione knew of
the outburst in the night, and that "the foreign Signore" had known of
it from the moment of its happening.
"The Signorina was so kind, Signora, that I forgot. I told her all!--I
told her all--I told her--"
Once Peppina had begun to be truthful she could not stop. She recalled
--or seemed to--the very words she had spoken to Vere, all the details
of her narration.
"And the foreign Signore? Was he there, too?" Hermione asked, at the
end.
"No, Signora. He went away. The Signorina told him to go away and
leave us.


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