Fiction, set in 1935 in Buckinghamshire. Includes M & F dialogue.
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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Did you see her? I said quickly. What did you see the girl? Girl? Yes. A girl with a birth mark on her cheek. No, I didn't see any girl. There was a silence and we stared at each other, but his expression didn't change. Then he turned back to his meal. How about green, green for the box room? I don't think it suits us. Charges pastor colors and we can paint over the sheep. The box room. I said, are you talking about the nursery? Yes. Well, he muttered, we can hardly call it that anymore, can we? After all? It never really? Well, all right. Then I nodded wearily. I'm sure Mr can find a use for the crib. We'll make a gift of it. He will make good money sold on the woman with TB. I said Mrs Brown, what will happen to her? He shrugged. Well, her fate lies in the test. Although I'm sure they'll be positive. There's not much doubt when you're coughing up blood. An impoverished woman in her situation will probably end up in the public sanatorium at Meadow Field, but there's no issue of quarantine for the moment. She's pretty isolated up there. Plenty of fresh air too. Her Children don't seem to stray too far and they need her at home. There are new treatments. Of course, surgical procedures. It was a bit of a speciality of mine when I was on the pulmonary ward at ox General. Quite fascinating actually involves collapsing the lungs. I shuddered. The prognosis is bleak though, for someone in her situation, she's probably better off at home. Actually, the institutions for the very poor aren't up to mud. I'll be doing her a favor leaving her where she is. Then he added and saving on some paperwork. What about chlorine? I said my mother used to say that it helped her aunt when she had consumption. He laughed. Victorian marketing. I'm afraid just the kind of thing I'd expect to fool country people. You use it. I said he tilted his head so the light from the window reflected in his spectacles. Chlorine is just a mix of sedatives and opiates. It can help for an old wound such as mine or it can give brief relief, but it's no cure for TB. Some make it through. But the odds aren't good. I chewed my food slowly forcing down each mouthful. George was talking about the Great War now how infections would break out in the field hospitals due to the lack of French hygiene. I nodded and tried to look interested but I saw only the movement of his lips