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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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Moreover, I was hoping that my presence might hasten the opening of the door - now already overdue. As I was sitting there oblivious to all except my own ancient problems, the hole doberman - the cherry Englishman - who in all weather stands and in front of the Clinic entrance to greet the patients, and helps the aged and infirm out and into cabs and up the steps. It was none other than she who came along and surprisedly swooped down upon me and greeted me like a long, lost brother, "Why hello there! How are you anyway?" and without pausing for a reply, "I haven't seen you in a long time. You have been out at the hospital, haven't you? My you do look so much better than you did - and younger too." This all in a most solicitious and friendly tone. How could he possibly have known I was at the hospital - except perhaps just a shrewd conjecture upon his past that would have explained a temporary absence. The door of room 218 I was waiting upon, however, was not opening in any hurry, therefore I went back to my post on third to claim my number. AT last I had no wish to miss the doctor too. After more waiting, my number was finally called and I, with three other women were ushered into the tiny cubicle. I was - of course the fourth to have my vein punctured and the test tube was down. It was eight-twenty three when I sat up on the table and my arm had been bandaged. By that time I was considering my train missed for I had not seen checked out at the Kahler. I therefore went down to Maine and lathed at some length to the clerk on duty at the desk of the now open door of the business office. Unhurriedly now, I took my time for I had given up making the train. From the Clinic, I went back to the Kahler by way of the subway, for I had left my hat and coat in my room. but first I stopped in the corner drug store to obtain a cork for my thermos, before I approached the desk. "It is too
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Moreover, I was hoping that my presence might hasten the opening of the door - now already overdue. As I was sitting there oblivious to all except my own ancient problems, the hole doberman - the cherry Englishman - who in all weather stands and in front of the Clinic entrance to greet the patients, and helps the aged and infirm out and into cabs and up the steps. It was none other than she who came along and surprisedly swooped down upon me and greeted me like a long, lost brother, "Why hello there! How are you anyway?" and without pausing for a reply, "I haven't seen you in a long time. You have been out at the hospital, haven't you? My you do look so much better than you did - and younger too." This all in a most solicitious and friendly tone. How could he possibly have known I was at the hospital - except perhaps just a shrewd conjecture upon his past that would have explained a temporary absence. The door of room 218 I was waiting upon, however, was not opening in any hurry, therefore I went back to my post on third to claim my number. AT last I had no wish to miss the doctor too. After more waiting, my number was finally called and I, with three other women were ushered into the tiny cubicle. I was - of course the fourth to have my vein punctured and the test tube was down. It was eight-twenty three when I sat up on the table and my arm had been bandaged. By that time I was considering my train missed for I had not seen checked out at the Kahler. I therefore went down to Maine and lathed at some length to the clerk on duty at the desk of the now open door of the business office. Unhurriedly now, I took my time for I had given up making the train. From the Clinic, I went back to the Kahler by way of the subway, for I had left my hat and coat in my room. but first I stopped in the corner drug store to obtain a cork for my thermos, before I approached the desk. "It is too
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