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. We can’t afford to
turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our
goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. "Aye—to pretend to her that you don't care. ’
‘I do. Ramage,” she said, “please don’t talk like this. ” She said bitterly. ”
“I am really curious,” she persisted. “If you say so, Lucy. , and go home before you
have to. CHAPTER I. "Well, how goes
it?" he asked.
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