Then
a third secretarial opening occurred and renewed her hopes again: a position as
amanuensis—with which some of the lighter duties of a nurse were combined—
to an infirm gentleman of means living at Twickenham, and engaged upon a
great literary research to prove that the “Faery Queen” was really a treatise upon
molecular chemistry written in a peculiar and picturesquely handled cipher. “I’m not coarse—no! But I’ve got no purity of mind—no real purity of mind. Lucy entered the room. Infested by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was,
perhaps, a few degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the
desperate neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. Ten years of military life had taught him caution,
but only strengthened a fearless zest for diving into any promising adventure
with unalloyed enjoyment. He uttered a deep groan, but said
nothing. “How did you know I haven’t
been getting any sleep --?”
“Oops, that’s my class. “Is that you, Nigel?” she asked. She had become much
healthier, and she did not recoil when he kissed her bare
neck as it elicited good feelings from all of the regions of
her body.
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