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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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to have it back. Curiously enough this time Sister Rebecca, Dr Shepherd appeared momentarily as if from nowhere. They did not enter the room. They just sprang up from heaven knows how or where. Usually a patient can go into convultions, have a hemorrhage, or even go into rigor mortis at St Mary's before a doctor will be summoned at his request. And here I was only mounting to have and then to be showered and honored with so much attention. It was incredible! By this time - on some pretext or other, I had my overnight boy open on the bed supposedly between my knees. In reality, however, the left by propped from the lid; the right was slung diagonally and angularly across the other knee. The street shoes were still very much in evidence sticking as they were above my head high into the air - a new but characteristic find comfortable pass for me at the moment. These good people, the doctor and the Sister between them persuaded me that I was to stay. Moreover they mostly maneuvered me into thinking I did so of my own free will. While all this was in progress, the extra big boy who had attained his growth while I was waiting, sat on my packed bags at the foot of the bed, gaping with his mouth hanging open and his round eyes wide. He was taking in every minute of the show with evident enjoyment. In the meantime I had broken down. Now I confessed the story of my unprecedented predicament. I had no clinic dismissal, the claims wouldn't understand were I to leave the village without. Dr Rivers had granted me permission to go to Waverly and thereby my dismissal had been postponed. I had called Waverly last night and
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to have it back. Curiously enough this time Sister Rebecca, Dr Shepherd appeared momentarily as if from nowhere. They did not enter the room. They just sprang up from heaven knows how or where. Usually a patient can go into convultions, have a hemorrhage, or even go into rigor mortis at St Mary's before a doctor will be summoned at his request. And here I was only mounting to have and then to be showered and honored with so much attention. It was incredible! By this time - on some pretext or other, I had my overnight boy open on the bed supposedly between my knees. In reality, however, the left by propped from the lid; the right was slung diagonally and angularly across the other knee. The street shoes were still very much in evidence sticking as they were above my head high into the air - a new but characteristic find comfortable pass for me at the moment. These good people, the doctor and the Sister between them persuaded me that I was to stay. Moreover they mostly maneuvered me into thinking I did so of my own free will. While all this was in progress, the extra big boy who had attained his growth while I was waiting, sat on my packed bags at the foot of the bed, gaping with his mouth hanging open and his round eyes wide. He was taking in every minute of the show with evident enjoyment. In the meantime I had broken down. Now I confessed the story of my unprecedented predicament. I had no clinic dismissal, the claims wouldn't understand were I to leave the village without. Dr Rivers had granted me permission to go to Waverly and thereby my dismissal had been postponed. I had called Waverly last night and
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