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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: A Spirit in Prison Author: Robert Hichens Posting Date: January 2, 2009 [EBook #2994] Release Date: December, 2001 Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A SPIRIT IN PRISON *** Produced by Emma Dudding, John Bickers, and Dagny A SPIRIT IN PRISON By Robert Hichens Original Transcriber’s Note: This text was prepared from a 1908 edition, published by Harper & Brothers, New York and London. A SPIRIT IN PRISON CHAPTER I Somewhere, not far off on the still sea that held the tiny islet in a warm embrace, a boy’s voice was singing -Napoli Bella.- Vere heard the song as she sat in the sun with her face set towards Nisida and the distant peak of Ischia; and instinctively she shifted her position, and turned her head, looking towards the calm and untroubled water that stretched between her and Naples.
For the voice that sang of the beautiful city was coming towards her from the beautiful city, hymning the siren it had left perhaps but two hours ago. On his pedestal set upon rock San Francesco seemed to be attentive to the voice.
He stood beyond the sheltered pool of the sea that divided the islet from the mainland, staring across at Vere as if he envied her; he who was rooted in Italy and deprived of her exquisite freedom. His beard hung down to his waist, his cross protruded over his left shoulder, and his robe of dusty grayish brown touched his feet, which had never wandered one step since he was made, and set there to keep watch over the fishermen who come to sleep under the lee of the island by night. Mon Apr 03 02:05:19 2017 2 Now it was brilliant daylight....

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