A Spirit in Prison by Robert Smythe Hichens
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"And we'll get Madre to come too." "Oh yes." Vere got up and they went into the house. As they came out upon the terrace Hermione took up her embroidery, and Gaspare, who was standing beside her, picked up the tray with the coffee-cups and went off with it towards the kitchen. "Well, Vere?" "Madre, we are going out a little way in the boat, and we want you to come with us." "Where are you going?" "To see the fishermen, just beyond the grotto of Virgilio. You will come?" "Do come, my friend," added Artois. But Hermione sat still. "I'm a little tired to-night," she answered. "I think I would rather stay quietly here. You won't be long, will you?" "Oh no, Madre. Only a few minutes. But, really, won't you?" Vere laid her hand on her mother's. "It's so lovely on the sea to-night." |
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