Poor old John Oxford died during the day from exhaustion. He had had no sickness after the operation and seemed easier from pain. Went round
the Hospital. Read
Fred Robinson's new novel Women are Strange from 4 till 7 am and got very much interested by it so that sleep deserted my cases.
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(And then I wondered if I were odd, feeling so immediate about someone who's been dead for over a hundred years.)
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