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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

I put them down."
"Are you fond of them?"
Her restless curiosity was still quite unsatisfied.
"I don't know. But one has puzzled about conscience. Hasn't one?"
He glanced at the Marchesino, who was bending forward to Vere, and
illustrating something he was telling her by curious undulating
gestures with both hands that suggested a flight.
"At least some of us have," he continued. "And some never have, and
never will."
Hermione understood the comment on their fellow-guest.
"Do you think that saying explains it satisfactorily?" she said.
"I believe sometimes we know a great deal more than we know we know,"
he answered. "That sounds like some nonsense game with words, but it's
the best way to put it. Conscience seems to speak out of the silence.
But there may be some one in the prompter's box--our secret
knowledge."
"But is it knowledge of ourselves, or of others?"
"Which do you think?"
"Of ourselves, I suppose. I think we generally know far less of others
than we believe ourselves to know.


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