by Mrs George De Horne Vaizey (Author)

The night nurse was dusting the room preparatory to going off duty for the day, and Sylvia was lying on her water-bed watching her movements with gloomy, disapproving eyes. For four long weeks-ever since the crisis had passed and she had come back to consciousness of her surroundings-she had watched the same proceeding morning after morning, until its details had become almost unbearably wearisome to her weak nerves.

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