Miss Hildreth: A Novel, Volume 1Stevens, Augusta de Grasse
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Miss Hildreth: A Novel, Volume 1
Stevens, Augusta de Grasse
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For answer she drew her fingers once or twice across the feathers of her
fan, and let her eyes travel slowly up from that pretty toy to his face,
taking in as they did so the smallest detail of his appearance, from the
thin long-fingered hands, that hung down so quietly between his knees,
the dead gold of the one ring he wore with its blazing ruby, to the tiny
red rosette of an officer of the Legion of Honour that decorated his
correct evening costume. As she raised her eyes still higher they met
his, and for an infinitesimal space of time held hers captive; then she
dropped them again, and sinking back against the cushions of her chair,
raised the feather fan until it rested against her lips. Her voice was
quiet when she replied, though a fine ear might have caught a suspicion
of fear in it:
"You flatter me, Count Mellikoff; to be considered above one's world in
virtue or in vice is always a distinction, if not always an honour.
Pray in what indiscretion can I be of help to you?"
"I will tell you frankly, mademoiselle, that I am visiting this country
for two purposes and in two characters. It has struck me that as one
part of my work is that of reparation, a woman of my own world, of quick
perceptions, nice judgment, and unerring instinct might, and could,
materially assist me in my self-imposed task. I know the generosity of
women, and I know how quick they are to respond to any tale of wrong or
outrage; perhaps it is the very conventionalities of their lives which
hedge them in, from birth to marriage, that increases their spontaneous
desire to see wrongs righted, and the criminal brought to justice. I do
not know, that is a question of analysis into which I cannot enter; I
may have my theories, but need not bore you with them. The result of the
present system is made plain to me by the women of my own country,
where no rule or restriction is ever relaxed on any pretence, and where
the world and the world's dogmas are worshipped with a blind and
absolute faith. And yet, mademoiselle, even there I have known the
fairest and highest born women, when occasion required, shake off the
chains of custom and stand forth boldly in defence of right and
justice."
"That, Count Mellikoff, it seems to me any woman would do, no matter
what her nationality, if the object of her enthusiasm was worthy in her
eyes. It is not to an American girl that you should plead for liberty of
thought and action, since we have grown up upon the very soil that once
was baptized in blood, shed by our forefathers to gain this very freedom
of opinion."
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