Still, one never could tell. "
Mr. ‘Yes, I thought you’d say that. "
"Dare not!" echoed the carpenter; "I don't understand you, Joan. Brendon’s guests,” she said, “and I scarcely think it would be nice
of me to leave him alone with Sydney. "
"Don't say so," cried Mrs. There it is. Leave the means to
me. 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 wish I could, Joan," returned the carpenter, sadly.
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