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"'Dr. Nn had told me that the weakness of the nerves in her lower limbs was from the knees downwards. She, however, seemed to think that it was from the knees upwards. I was ingenuously puzzled, and—not to make a mistake—I rubbed from the foot upwards; but soon I remarked that the higher I went the more softly she purred.
"'After about ten minutes,—"I am afraid I am tiring you," said I; "perhaps it is enough for the first time."
"'"Oh," replied she, with the languishing eyes of an old fish, "I could be rubbed by you the whole day. I already feel such a benefit. You have a man's hand for strength, a woman's for softness. But you must be tired, poor fellow! Now, what will you take—Madeira, or dry sherry?"
""Nothing, thank you."
"'"A glass of champagne and a biscuit?"
"'"No, thanks."
"'"You must take something. Oh, I know!—a tiny glass of Alkermes from the Certosa of Florence. Yes, I think I'll sip one with you
