Hilda eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 325 pages of information about Hilda.

Title:  Hilda A Story of Calcutta

Author:  Sarah Jeanette Duncan

Release Date:  March 26, 2006 [EBook #18051]

Language:  English

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A story of Calcutta

By Sarah Jeanette Duncan (Mrs. EVERARD COTES)

Author of “A Social Departure,” “An American Girl in London,” “His
Honour and a Lady,” “A Voyage of Consolation,” “Vernon’s Aunt,” “A
Daughter of To-day,” etc.

New York
Frederick A. Stokes company

Copyright, 1898
By Frederick A. Stokes Company



Miss Howe pushed the portiere aside with a curved hand and gracefully separated fingers; it was a staccato movement, and her body followed it after an instant’s poise of hesitation, head thrust a little forward, eyes inquiring, and a tentative smile, although she knew precisely who was there.  You would have been aware at once that she was an actress.  She entered the room with a little stride, and then crossed it quickly, the train of her morning gown—­it cried out of luxury with the cheapest voice—­taking folds of great audacity, as she bent her face in its loose mass of hair over Laura Filbert, sitting on the edge of a bamboo sofa, and said—­

“You poor thing!  Oh, you poor thing!”

She took Laura’s hand as she spoke, and tried to keep it; but the hand was neutral, and she let it go.  “It is a hand,” she said to herself, in one of those quick reflections that so often visited her ready-made, “that turns the merely inquiring mind away.  Nothing but passion could hold it.”

Miss Filbert made the conventional effort to rise, but it came to nothing, or to a mere embarrassed accent of their greeting.  Then her voice showed this feeling to be merely superficial, made nothing of it, pushed it to one side.

“I suppose you cannot see the foolishness of your pity,” she said.  “Oh, Miss Howe, I am happier than you are—­much happier.”  Her bare feet, as she spoke, nestled into the coarse Mirzapore rug on the floor, and her eye lingered approvingly upon an Owari vase three foot high, and thick with the gilded landscape of Japan which stood near it, in the cheap magnificence of the squalid room.

Hilda smiled.  Her smile acquiesced in the world she had found, acquiesced with the gladness of an explorer in Laura Filbert as a feature of it.

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