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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

People called and
gesticulated, laughed and chattered. Then the balloon caught fire from
the brazier beneath it. A mass of flames shot up. A roar broke from
the crowd and it pressed more fiercely onward, each unit of it longing
to see where the wreck would fall. Already the flames were sinking
towards the city.
"Where are Vere and the Marchesino?"
Hermione had spoken. Artois, whose imagination had been fascinated by
the instincts of the crowd, and whose intellect had been chained to
watchfulness during its strange excitement, looked sharply round.
"Vere--isn't she here?"
He saw at once that she was gone. But he saw, too, that Gaspare was no
longer with them. The watch-dog had been more faithful than he.
"They must be close by," he added. "The sudden movement separated us,
no doubt."
"Yes. Gaspare has vanished too!"
"With them," Artois said.
He spoke with an emphasis that was almost violent.
"But--you didn't see--" began Hermione.
"Don't you know Gaspare yet?" he asked.


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