“I fail to see the joke,” Sir John said. It wailed at
Lucy, chubby arms reaching towards her, pleading. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl
thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess. Every inch of the house felt safe
to her, small and welcoming. Unlocking a cupboard, he then took out some cold meat and other viands, with a
flask of wine, and a bottle of brandy, and began to eat and drink voraciously. “I’ll never be happy again! I hate you! But most of
all, what you have made me! A flesh-eating demon
cannibal, just like you! I should be dead, dead and lying at
the bottom of the sea. His arms slipped around her waist as they were on the
doorstep and he kissed her lips sweetly. .
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