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…
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…
Hokey had appendicitis; went up to London for operating; left me high and dry as a beach-log cast beyond flood-tide. I was nobody’s patient and was again a ‘Down’ confined to bed. When Bunker’s mumpy face and fallen arches shuffled round my room I feigned sleep.
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