The Woman Who Did eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 169 pages of information about The Woman Who Did.

The Woman Who Did eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 169 pages of information about The Woman Who Did.

The dreaded day arrived at last, and her strong constitution enabled Herminia to live through it.  Her baby was born, a beautiful little girl, soft, delicate, wonderful, with Alan’s blue eyes, and its mother’s complexion.  Those rosy feet saved Herminia.  As she clasped them in her hands—­tiny feet, tender feet—­she felt she had now something left to live for,—­her baby, Alan’s baby, the baby with a future, the baby that was destined to regenerate humanity.

So warm!  So small!  Alan’s soul and her own, mysteriously blended.

Still, even so, she couldn’t find it in her heart to give any joyous name to dead Alan’s child.  Dolores she called it, at Alan’s grave.  In sorrow had she borne it; its true name was Dolores.

XIII.

It was a changed London to which Herminia returned.  She was homeless, penniless, friendless.  Above all she was declassee.  The world that had known her now knew her no more.  Women who had smothered her with their Judas kisses passed her by in their victorias with a stony stare.  Even men pretended to be looking the other way, or crossed the street to avoid the necessity for recognizing her.  “So awkward to be mixed up with such a scandal!” She hardly knew as yet herself how much her world was changed indeed; for had she not come back to it, the mother of an illegitimate daughter?  But she began to suspect it the very first day when she arrived at Charing Cross, clad in a plain black dress, with her baby at her bosom.  Her first task was to find rooms; her next to find a livelihood.  Even the first involved no small relapse from the purity of her principles.  After long hours of vain hunting, she found at last she could only get lodgings for herself and Alan’s child by telling a virtual lie, against which her soul revolted.  She was forced to describe herself as Mrs. Barton; she must allow her landlady to suppose she was really a widow.  Woe unto you, scribes and hypocrites! in all Christian London miss Barton and her baby could never have found a “respectable” room in which to lay their heads.  So she yielded to the inevitable, and took two tiny attics in a small street off the Edgware Road at a moderate rental.  To live alone in a cottage as of yore would have been impossible now she had a baby of her own to tend, besides earning her livelihood; she fell back regretfully on the lesser evil of lodgings.

To earn her livelihood was a hard task, though Herminia’s indomitable energy rode down all obstacles.  Teaching, of course, was now quite out of the question; no English parent could intrust the education of his daughters to the hands of a woman who has dared and suffered much, for conscience’ sake, in the cause of freedom for herself and her sisters.  But even before Herminia went away to Perugia, she had acquired some small journalistic connection; and now, in her hour of need, she found not a few of the journalistic

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