"
The applicant folded her cotton gloves one over the other, and met the
doctor's gaze with composed green glasses.
"The country is no objection, sir. I'm used to quiet, and all places are
alike to me."
"You have your credentials with you, I suppose?"
"I have, sir. Here they are."
She handed two or three certificates of capability to the toxicologist.
He glanced them lightly over, and saw that Mrs. Susan Sharpe was all
that heart could desire in the way of sick-nurse.
"These are satisfactory," handing them back. "But I have one fact to
mention that may discourage you: the lady--the patient--is insane."
Mrs. Susan Sharpe heard this startling statement without moving a muscle
of her dull, white face.
"Indeed, sir! A violent lunatic, sir?"
"Oh, dear, no! merely insane. Subject to occasional fits of violence,
you understand, but quiet generally. But even in her most violent fits
she would be nothing in your hands--a strong, large woman like you. She
is little more than a child in years, and quite a child in weakness. If
you don't mind the dullness of the country, you would suit admirably, I
think.
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