Incomparable (Metaphor)
When Margaret found out that Ronald Maradick had chosen her to be his wife’s night nurse, the young nurse thought that she would burst with excitement. She couldn’t believe that the “great surgeon” even knew about her existence. “That December afternoon” became a special bay for her. The nurse thought that “to speak to him only once” or “to watch him in the operating room for a single hour” was “an adventure which drained the color and the excitement from the rest of life.” That was an experience to never forget.
A touching moment (Metaphor)
Miss Hemphill was a superintendent of the hospital Margaret worked at. That position made her a pretty tough woman. It had to be mentioned that she was Margaret’s distant kinswoman. In spite of the fact that Margaret was a relative, Miss Hemphill refused to play favorites and was strict with everyone equally. However, when she saw how happy Margaret was to get a job of a night nurse, her “strong face softened.” Miss Hemphill was glad to see Margaret that excited about her job.
Tough (Metaphor)
Though Miss Hemphill was happy to learn that her kinswoman was doing greatly and proved herself a good nurse, she was a little bit worried about her. Miss Hemphill knew how sympathetic Margaret was, how much she wished to help those who were in need and suffered. The problem was that that kind of dedication promised nothing good. Sooner or later, Margaret was going to be “drained of every bit of sympathy.” Exhaustion, lack of sympathy or complete indifference could easily replace Margaret’s cheerfulness.
A perfect story (Simile)
Everyone at the hospital envied Mr. and Mrs. Maradick their happiness at least a little bit. He was a famous surgeon who could easily charm everybody into loving him. Smart and attractive, that man looked like a dream. There wasn’t a nurse who hadn’t fallen in love with him at some point. Mrs. Maradick was a beautiful woman too. Her gentle smile, aristocratic beauty, and kindness made everyone love her. Their love story seemed to be “as good as a play.”
Still beautiful (Simile)
Mrs. Maradick was ill. Her daughter’s death left a terrible wound in her poor heart and Mr. Maradick did nothing to help her. What was even more terrible, he was the one who had killed the poor girl. The suffering mother couldn’t fall asleep without her medicine, so Margaret had to give it to her. As soon as Mrs. Maradick closed her eyes, Margaret smoothed the woman’s straight brown hair, “which was as fine and soft as spun silk.” She was beautiful even in her sorrow.
Like mother like daughter (Simile)
Dorothea was a spitting image of her mother. Margaret noticed the striking resemblance between them as soon as she saw Mrs. Maradick. The strange thing was that Dorothea was dead and the girl she saw simply couldn’t be her. When Margaret asked other people in the house about the girl, everyone told her that there wasn’t any other child in the house. Not to mention that “there wouldn’t be any other child as quiet and sweet-looking as Dorothea.” Margaret was really confused and started worrying about her own sanity.
