Kate Hannigan/The long Corridor [antikvár]

The Birth'I shall want more hot water, and those towels there will not be enough.''Glory to God, Doctor, you have every towel there is in the house!''Then bring sheets, old ones, and we can tear them.''Old ones, and we can tear them,' mimicked Dorrie Clarke to herself. 'New brooms sweep clean. By God, if they don't! Old Kelly would have more sense, drunk as he might have been. The way this one's going on you would think sovereigns were as thick as fleas and there was a father downstairs to welcome the brat.''There's no more sheets, Doctor,' she said, rolling her already tightly rolled sleeves further up her fat arms. Speak to her like that, would he! She'd been bringing bairns into the world when his arse was still being washed! For two hours now he had said: 'Do this, do that,' as if Kate Hannigan on the bed there was the Duchess of Connaught, instead of a trollop going to bring a bastard into the world; when it made up its mind to come, which wouldn't13