THE CONFESSIONS OF A
WELL-MEANING WOMAN
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LADY ANN SPENWORTH PREFERS NOT TO DISCUSS HER OPERATION
LADY ANN (to a friend of proved discretion): You have toiled all the way here again? Do you know, I feel I am only beginning to find out who are the true friends? I am much, much better. . . On Friday I am to be allowed on to the sofa and by the end of next week Dr. Richardson promises to let me go back to Mount Street. Of course I should have liked the operation to take place there—it is one’s frame and setting, but, truly honestly, Arthur and I have not been in a position to have any painting or papering done for so long . . . The surgeon insisted on a nursing-home. Apparatus and so on and so forth. . . Quite between ourselves, I fancy that they make a very good thing out of these homes; but I am so thankful to be well again that I would put up with almost any imposition. . .
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