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Updated: May 31, 2025
Laura Filbert was one of the women. She might have been flung upon her chair; her head drooped over the back, buried in the curve of one arm. A tambourine hung loosely from the hand nearest her face; the other lay, palm outward in its abandonment, among the folds that covered her limbs. The folds hung from her waist, and she wore above them a short close bodice like a Bengali woman.
Sand afterward told her husband, Miss Filbert sat there growing whiter and whiter, more and more worked up, and it was impossible to take any comfort in talking to her.
This had to support him as best it could against the conviction that had Captain Filbert been Sister Anastasia, for example, of the Baker Institution, and Ensign Sand the Mother Superior of its Calcutta branch, it was improbable that he would have ventured to announce his interest in the matter by his card, or in any other way.
When cooking well, stir into it rapidly two eggs that have been well beaten. Remove from stove and put in crab shells with butter the size of filbert and rolled crackers on top. Heat in quick oven and serve at once, garnished with parsley. This recipe makes an amount sufficient for eight persons.
"Well," she said, "'nothing in this life becomes you like the leaving of it," and went back to her room to write to Laura Filbert in Plymouth. She wrote often to Miss Filbert, at Duff's request. It gratified her that she was able, without a pang, to address four pages of pleasantly colourless communication to Mr. Lindsay's fiancée.
It was a spacious room, with pale, high-hung draperies, a scent of flowers, such things as an etching of Greuze, an ivory and ebon crucifix over the bed. Captain Filbert remembered the crucifix afterward with a feeling almost intense, also some silver-backed brushes on the toilet table.
"Well," she said, "nothing in this life becomes you like the leaving of it," and went back to her room to write to Laura Filbert in Plymouth. She wrote often to Miss Filbert, at Duff's request. It gratified her that she was able, without a pang, to address four pages of pleasantly colourless communication to Mr. Lindsay's fiancee.
This was the first official driving we did and was to lead to greater things. The heat that summer was terrific, so five of us clubbed together and rented a Chalet on the beach, which was christened The Filbert. We gave tea parties and supper parties there, weather and work permitting, and it proved the greatest boon to us after long hours in hospital.
There was an endless going round of wheels, and trees passed them in mechanical succession; a tree, and another tree; some of them had flowers on them. When he broke the silence afterwards she started as if in apprehension, but it was only to say something that anybody might have said, about the self-sacrificing energy of the organisation to which Miss Filbert belonged.
"I am here to see if you will consent to speak with me about a matter which threatens your your community about your possible loss of Miss Filbert." Mrs. Sand looked blank. "The Captain isn't leavin' us, as far as I know," she said. "Oh is it possible that you are not aware that that very strong efforts are being made to induce her to do so?" Mrs.
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