'Ah!' sighed Mrs Gamp, as she meditated over the warm shilling's-worth,
'what a blessed thing it is--living in a wale--to be contented! What a
blessed thing it is to make sick people happy in their beds, and never
mind one's self as long as one can do a service! I don't believe a finer
cowcumber was ever grow'd. I'm sure I never see one!'
She moralised in the same vein until her glass was empty, and then
administered the patient's medicine, by the simple process of clutching
his windpipe to make him gasp, and immediately pouring it down his
throat.
'I a'most forgot the piller, I declare!' said Mrs Gamp, drawing it away.
'There! Now he's comfortable as he can be, I'm sure! I must try to make
myself as much so as I can.'
With this view, she went about the construction of an extemporaneous bed
in the easy-chair, with the addition of the next easy one for her feet.
Having formed the best couch that the circumstances admitted of, she
took out of her bundle a yellow night-cap, of prodigious size, in shape
resembling a cabbage; which article of dress she fixed and tied on with
the utmost care, previously divesting herself of a row of bald old
curls that could scarcely be called false, they were so very innocent of
anything approaching to deception.
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