Chapter 51 · for subscribers
Fourteen beds and fourteen patients. A ward with no empty bed cannot admit, and a ward that cannot admit has nothing to send out walking for, and for the first time in fifty years the arithmetic of that building was finished and balanced. It had cost one line of her own handwriting. She had put off reading what it meant, because the night sister does the admissions and the night sister was now also the fourteenth patient, and there is no post on any establishment for a woman who has to sign herself in.
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