They grabbed me and began to beat me and robbed me. They left me laying in the street. After a little, I came around and made it up to a house near by.... I knocked on the door and was asked from inside what I wanted. I said I had been robbed and beaten. The door opened a little bit and a little old lady looked out. She saw I was telling the truth and opened the door and brought me in. She had me to lay on the couch. I was soaking wet from head to toes. She said that she had to get those wet. “Don’t be daft. I’m looking after you.”I was doing it coz I really did care. Didn’t want him to catch his death or nothing. He’d been delivering my paper for the last six months and to be honest, I was also getting a bit of a kick doing this. The thing is, I secretly fancied him. He was well fit. Drop dead gorgeous he was. Yeah, so I carried on rubbing his hands, loving the physical contact.Then I thought: if his hands are cold then his feet must be cold as well. He was only wearing a pair of. She took a long drink of a look at him ... well, he certainly was "dark" enough for this place. His long raven-black hair hung well down his back, his long black coat flowed like a cape, he stood very tall, slim and ethereal in the nether world lighting of the place. She couldn't get a look at his eyes, damn those trendy round purple shades. She gave him one of her practiced "come fuck me" looks ... she looked directly at him, dropped her gaze for two seconds, then glanced back up at him from. “Who’s Condy?”“No idea.” [Potassium permanganate or permanganate of potash is a purple compound created by a London chemist named Henry Condy in the 1860s. He is best noted for giving his name to the popular 19th and 20th century disinfectants Condy’s Crystals and Condy’s Fluid.]When they were back in Charleville, Alice watched the way the station crew greeted Henry. Their baggage (largely purchases) was quickly transferred across King Street. When they were alone in their new home, Alice.