A Spirit in Prison by Robert Smythe Hichens
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He stood beside her quite at his ease. To-night he had on a cap, but it was pushed well off his brow, and showed plenty of his thick, dark hair. "When did you see me?" she asked. "Almost directly, Signorina." "And what made you look up?" "Signorina?" "Why did you look up directly?" "Non lo so, Signorina." "I think it was because I made you feel that I was there," she said. "I think you obey me without knowing it. You did the same the other day." "Perhaps, Signorina." "Have you smoked all the cigarettes?" She saw him smile, showing his teeth. "Si, Signorina, long ago. I smoked them the same day." "You shouldn't. It is bad for a boy, and you are younger than I am, |
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