‘Here you, Pottiswick. Ruth's emotion was a primitive joy: she was essential in this man's life, and she would always be happy because he would always be needing her. She allowed herself to be ejected, therefore, and retired to the parlour after cleansing the blood from her hands and her own slight wound in the kitchen. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick.
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