A Spirit in Prison by Robert Smythe Hichens
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Nor had he. When they reached land he made the boat fast and turned to walk up to the house with her. He found her standing very still just behind him at the edge of the sea, with a startled look on her face. "What is it, Vere?" he asked. "Hush!" She held up her hand and bent her head a little to one side, as one listening intently. "I thought I heard--I did hear--something--" "Something?" "Yes--so strange--I can't hear it now." "What was it like?" She looked fixedly at him. "Like some one crying--horribly." "Where? Near us?" "Not far. Listen again." |
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