A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. I did not have to dig deep in my imagination to create the status-obsessed suburban environment of Lucy’s modern milieu. He took her hand in his, raising it closer, and gently touched the maltreated skin. It forbids—all sorts of things. I am grateful, indeed I am. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand will always be on his shoulder.
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