FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154  
155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   >>   >|  
red by discreet interviews in dark studies filled with unspeakably ugly and reassuringly solid furniture. Those doctors had patted her hand, said she needed a little change or may be a tonic. At the Carew, fed as it is by the misery of two square miles of North East London, the revelation of pain was dazzling, apocalyptic. The sight of the benches crowded with women and children--some pale as corpses, others flushed with fever, some with faces bandaged or disfigured by sores--almost made her sick. They were packed in serried rows; the children almost all cried persistently, except here and there a baby, who looked with frightful fixity at the glazed roof. From all this chattering crowd of the condemned rose a stench of iodoform, perspiration, unwashed bodies, the acrid smell of poverty. The little red-haired Scotch doctor dismissed Victoria's case in less than one minute. 'Varicose veins. Always wear a stocking. Here's your form. Settle terms at the truss office. Don't stand on your feet. Oh, what's your occupation?' 'Waitress at the P.R.R., Sir.' 'Ah, hum. You must give it up.' 'I can't, Sir.' 'It's your risk. Come again in a month.' Victoria pulled up her stockings. Walking in a dream she went to the truss office where a man measured her calves. She felt numb and indifferent as to the exposure of her body. The man looked enquiringly at the left calf. 'V.H. for the left,' he called over his shoulder to the clerk. At twelve o'clock she was in the P.R.R., revived by the familiar atmosphere. She even rallied one of the old chess players on a stroke of ill-luck. Towards four o'clock her ankles began to twitch. CHAPTER XXIV THROUGH all these anxious times, Betty watched over Victoria with the devotion that is born of love. There was in the girl a reserve of maternal sweetness equalled only by the courage she showed every day. Slim and delicate as she seemed, there was in Betty's thin body a strength all nervous but enduring. She did not complain, though driven eleven or twelve hours a day by the eyes of the manageress; those eyes were sharp as a goad, but she went cheerfully. In a sense Betty was happy. The work did not weigh too heavily upon her; there was so much humility in her that she did not resent the roughness of her companions. Nelly could snub her, trample at times on her like the cart horse she was; the manageress too could freeze her with a look, the kitchen staff disregard he
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154  
155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   >>   >|  



Top keywords:
Victoria
 

office

 

manageress

 
children
 

looked

 

twelve

 

measured

 

stroke

 

players

 

Towards


twitch

 
CHAPTER
 

ankles

 
calves
 
shoulder
 

called

 

enquiringly

 

atmosphere

 

rallied

 

indifferent


exposure

 

revived

 

familiar

 

equalled

 

heavily

 
humility
 

cheerfully

 

resent

 

roughness

 

freeze


kitchen

 

disregard

 
companions
 

trample

 

reserve

 

maternal

 

sweetness

 

Walking

 

anxious

 

watched


devotion
 
courage
 

showed

 

complain

 

enduring

 
driven
 

eleven

 
nervous
 
strength
 

delicate