The Stethoscope and the Waltz
The Stethoscope and the Waltz I The morning air in London carried the sharp tang of coal smoke and river mud. Catherine Ashworth stood at the threshold of Blackwood's surgical rooms on Guy's Hospital, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She had spent three months arranging this. Three months of letters of recommendation from sympathetic professors, of bribing a janitor to...
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