Capitolo 21
I challenge months, says. Eighty beds are ready, and we was getting
impatient for the men to come. You will now start to see hospital
the life in deposit, for You it won't probably find time to take a seat everybody
day, and you/he/she can think of him fortunate if you arrive in bed from
midnight. You enter to me the ball-room when you are ready; the
worse cases are brought there always, and I will have Your need
help."
Saying therefore, the small energetic woman made to turn his/her hair in a
you button to the back of his/her head, in a "cleared for action" the kind of
sketches, and it faded away, while making the struggle his/her way in a female kind of
pea-jacket as her went.
I am free for confessing that I had a sense that understands some fact
what the hospital bed of mine was not alone then a bed of roses, or the
prospectuses in front of me one of the ecstasy of unmingled. My three days'
experiences had started with a death, and, owing to the defalcation
of another nanny, a rather sudden dive in the
superintendence of a custody that contains forty beds, where me spent mine
the bright hours that wash faces, serving rations giving medicine,,
and sitting on a very hard chair, with pneumonia on a side,
diphtheria on the other, five typhoid fevers on the opposite one and a
dozen demolished patriots, exciting, lying, and idling about around,
entirely showy more or less to the "nuss" new that suffered not says
agonies, but it concealed them under as matronly an aspect as a
old maid could suppose, and she was coarsely wrong through his/her difficult jobs
with a steadiness of Spartan that I hope them they appreciated, but it is
afraid they didn't do. Having a taste for "horror", I had
rather it passionately desired the wounded to arrive, for rheumatism it was not
heroic, nobody was complaint of liver or measles; fever also had
lost his/her charms since "bathing eyebrows that it burns" you/he/she was used above in
novels, truth and ideal; but when I peered at in the dark road
flanked with that that me for first I had innocently called carts of market,