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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

"
She expressed his thought of her earlier in the evening.
"Probably. And nevertheless we may know things of them that we are not
aware we know--till after we have instinctively acted on our
knowledge."
Their eyes met again. Hermione felt in that moment as if he knew why
she had given Vere the permission to read his books.
But still she did not know whether he had written that sentence in the
book at Frisio's carelessly, or prompted by some violent impulse to
express a secret thought or feeling of the moment.
"Things good or evil?" she said, slowly.
"Perhaps both."
The Marchesino burst into a laugh. He leaned back in his chair,
shaking his head, and holding the table with his two hands. His white
teeth gleamed.
"What is the joke?" asked Artois.
Vere turned her head.
"Oh, nothing. It's too silly. I can't imagine why the Marchesino is so
much amused by it."
Artois felt shut out. But when Vere and he had laughed over the tea-
table in a blessed community of happy foolishness, who could have
understood their mirth? He remembered how he had pitied the imagined
outsider.


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