Chapters (90)
- PROLOGUE
- 1849
- ONE
- TWO
- EDINBURGH
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
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- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
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- FORTY-EIGHT
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- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
- SEVENTY-FIVE
- SEVENTY-SIX
- SEVENTY-SEVEN
- SEVENTY-EIGHT
- SEVENTY-NINE
- EIGHTY
- EIGHTY-ONE
- EPILOGUE
- HISTORICAL NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Extract from A Corruption of Blood
- 1850
- ONE
‘And yet being a nurse exposes her to further suffering, and to death. So many of our patients die, and so many of Mary’s patients have died recently. How does she cope, I wonder, when she has had to endure so much herself?’
Sarah had hoped to provoke some acknowledgement or comment about all the recent deaths, some of which Dr Fowler had been involved with himself. But he did not respond in the way she had hoped.
Rather, he seemed energised.
‘It is something one learns to come to terms with. Sometimes the best you can do for your patient is to give them a good death. It can be a great blessing. It is often said that it is a privilege to be present at a birth, but I believe that the same could be said about a death. In both cases we bear witness to the moment when an individual passes from one realm to the next. At that precise instant we are closer to God than we will ever be until we die ourselves.’
Sarah felt a little disturbed by this pronouncement and decided it was time to leave. There was something distinctly odd about this man, and she could not bring herself to ask any further questions. He was unlikely to discuss the details of the patients he had attended with her anyway. She would leave that to Raven. She downed what remained of the cordial by way of indicating that her visit was at an end.
‘Thank you for your time,’ she said as she made for the door.
‘Until we meet again,’ Dr Fowler replied, following in her wake.
Sarah rather hoped that they wouldn’t.
SIXTY-ONE
arah was finally on her way home to Albany Street when she began to feel weak. She was now, as he had predicted, grateful for the drink Dr Fowler had given her. She had walked further and for longer than she intended, trying to visit as many of the addresses on Dr Fowler’s list as possible.
She had spoken to people in two households who had employed Mary Dempster and had visited three others where nobody had been home. By the last of these, she had resolved to follow Raven’s example and have calling cards printed.
She wondered what she would put on them. Should she be Mrs Sarah Banks or Sarah Fisher? A part of her thought it would be disloyal or ungrateful to reject Archie’s surname after he had done so much for her. And yet, it is what he wanted, and therefore the truly disrespectful thing would be to refuse his wishes. She knew that it hadn’t always been this way: a wife taking her husband’s name. Not in Scotland anyway. Perhaps it was time to revisit the old ways of doing things.