Hall Caine,
The Bondman
(1901)
“ One night, after spending the day on the sea with the lines for cod, the year deepening to winter, the air muggy and chill, he went away home, hungry and wet and cold, leaving his mates at the door of the "Plough," where there was good company within and the cheer of a busy fire. Home! On reaching Port-y-Vullin he found the door open, the hearth cold, the floor in a puddle from the driving rain, not a bite or sup in the cupboard, and his wife lying drunk across the bed, with the child in its grimy blueness creeping and crying about her head. ”
