She hated being angry, the uselessness of it all, the frustration. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. His sword-arm fell useless at his side and she knew herself safe. The stench was cheese-like and unbearable and Lucy dry-heaved.
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