They came to the San together. Now, they were leaving together. During their stay in the San they had stuck close to each other as damp postage stamps. Miss Bodwill was tweedy—raised mannish—batched with a brother. Feminine woollies clung softly natural to Nellie Millford. She wore a little jewellery,…

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Scrap’s baby was nervy and fretful. She was brought occasionally to the San to visit her mother. Scrap had seen so little of her child, since the babe was old enough to take notice, that the child preferred her nurse. The woman spoiled her. Scrap groaned when the child…

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The tap on my door was gentle but firm. A strange nurse entered and stood at the foot of my bed. “I have come to do you up.” “Have you?” I said, a little puzzled. “Aren’t you the Special who came from London to look after the very sick…

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