. "What's the use of wasting a shot?" rejoined Jonathan, savagely. "He shan't go," cried Edgeworth Bess, holding him by the other hand. The hansom sped through the crowded streets. But he looked back into the hall and spoke to the sergeant who could just be seen behind him. Was she so fearful still? Roding shrugged and grimaced. 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. She went past three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night.
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