ALL ABOUT him, in the little empty hollow-sounding waiting room, was the terrible whiteness of the walls. Somebody gave the stretcher a shove and Constantin Simoneau, wrapped in several woollen blankets, shivered with the cold. Everywhere, in his mind’s eye and on the ceiling, he could see his hospital expenses written in huge figures.By GABRIELLE ROY18 min
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