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Wednesday 17 October 1917
Slept on deck or tried to but in vain did I try & yet it is beautiful there, fresh air & the stars overhead, rose 5.40 a.m. & a glorious morning.
Attacked by S. Macdonald & strained relations exist. Why cannot she leave us both alone as we do her?
Day's routine same as ever. Read "Nursing" 7 to 8.30 a.m., knit balaclava, read, play patience & quoits. We are nearing the end of our journey & little frictions occur daily which once we are at work will I trust be less frequent – baths are daily source with some of them. Daily the loss of someone to whom one could really talk & learn from grows more acute. Moral – one should devote all one's life – if needful – to finding either man or woman with whom there is some understanding!

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