Downs’ kept their beds; ‘Ups’ walked in all weathers and went to the dinner-table; ‘Semis’ lay prone on lounge chairs upon the Circular Porch, the better part of most days. The Circular Porch was a dreary place. The long row of chairs was circled to fit its…
Author: Emily Carr
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The Sunhill Sanatorium belonged to a company. It consisted of Doctor Sally Bottle and a handful of nonentities who gave sums of money to Dr. Bottle to turn over for them. Doctor Sally Bottle was as omnipotent in the company as she was omnipotent in the San.
The Harley Street Specialist pretended that he had not noticed me lay his fee in gold upon his desk. He hoisted his well-satisfied self onto the toes of his shiny patent-leathers, and forcefully repeated, “Madam, the voyage to Canada is for the present entirely out of the question.
