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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"


"The Signorina is not for him," repeated Gaspare, with a dogged
emphasis.
His large eyes were full of a sort of cloudy rebuke and watchfulness.
And as he met them Artois felt that he knew what Gaspare had thought.
He longed to say, "You are wrong. It is not so. It was never so." But
he only said:
"The Signore Marchese will know that to-morrow."
And as he spoke the words he was conscious of an immense sensation of
relief which startled him. He was too glad when he thought of the
final dismissal of the Marchesino.
Gaspare nodded his head and put his glass to his lips. When he set it
down again it was empty. He moved to get up, but Artois detained him.
"And so you met Ruffo to-night?" he said.
Gaspare's expression completely changed. Instead of the almost cruel
watcher, he became the one who felt that he was watched.
"Si, Signore."
"Just when the balloon went up?"
"Si, Signore. They were beside me in the crowd."
"Was he alone with his mother?"
"Si, Signore.


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