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“I’d growed a nasty little weepin’ boil, like, on me shin, just above the boot-top, that wouldn’t heal no shape. It made me sick to look at it, for I’m clean-fleshed by nature. Chop me all over with a spade and I’ll heal like turf…’…

  

This is from ‘The Wish House’ in ‘Debits and Credits’.

Mrs Ashcroft, an old Sussex lady, is talking to her friend about her lost love, Harry. He had been sick to death, but through the ‘Wish House’ and the power of her love, she had taken all the bad that was coming to him onto her own body. Now she was suffering from an incurable cancer.


   

   

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