Philpot hastened around the chair, her starched petticoats rustling. It sounded as if some sort of massive beast was lumbering toward its den. "Given the generous, even extravagant, wages you offered in your advertisement, I fully expected to find them lined up outside your gates."Īnother crash came, this one even closer than the last. Beckwith," she pointed out, sliding her own ill-fitting spectacles up her nose with one finger. Perhaps one of the other applicants." At Samantha's arch look, he trailed off. Such strenuous duty might require a woman of more. "I must confess, Miss Wickersham, that you're a trifle bit.younger than what we had in mind. Beckwith examined her over the top of his wire-rimmed spectacles. Feeling heat rise to her own cheeks, Samantha lifted her chin another notch. Immodest creatures who wouldn't even blush to look upon a strange man's nakedness. Samantha knew there were still those in society who believed women who nursed soldiers to be little more than glorified camp followers. The housekeeper could not quite hide the faint tightening of her lips. "Once the war resumed, I joined several other governesses in volunteering to treat sailors and soldiers who returned from sea or the front with debilitating wounds." Beckwith as he gave the papers a cursory thumbing-through. "As you can see, I served two years as governess for Lord and Lady Carstairs," Samantha informed Mr.
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