Scorpions' Nest (2014)
“He had not been able to resist bringing paper and ink but had left the manuscript of his latest play stashed safely behind the wainscoting back at Corpus Christi. Tamburlaine, Zenocrate and the pampered jades of Asia could rest easy there. He knew that should he ever need the manuscript and be unable to go back, Michael Johns could always retrieve it for him. He still had nightmares about his Dido and had become rather more careful about his work, as Robert Greene could no doubt attest. Marlowe could not resist a wry smile whenever he thought of the overdressed hack, his hand all bound up in linen.
The room, as well as being spacious and light, was also almost impossibly clean. There seemed to be no sign of the normal wear and tear of a recent inhabitant and yet he was sure that the English College was not so well off for rooms that this one had been empty for long. He sniffed. Rosemary; that was no great surprise, most laundresses added a sprig of rosemary to the press.
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