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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

Had Artois such a
thought, such a prevision? Suddenly she felt frightened, like a child
when, at night, it passes the open door of a room that is dark.
She moved and got up from her chair. Like the child, when it rushes on
and away, she felt in her panic the necessity of physical activity.
Artois followed her example. He was glad to move.
"Shall we go and see what Vere is doing?" he said.
"If you like. I feel sure she is with Ruffo."
They went towards the house. Artois felt a deep curiosity, which
filled his whole being, to know what Hermione's exact feeling towards
Ruffo was.
"Don't you think," he said, "that perhaps it is a little dangerous to
allow Vere to be so much with a boy from Mergellina?"
"Oh no."
In her tone there was the calm of absolute certainty.
"Well, but we don't know so very much about him."
"Do you think two instincts could be at fault?"
"Two instincts?"
"Vere's and mine?"
"Perhaps not. Then your instinct--"
He waited. He was passionately interested.


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