MARY. Against your Guy. It's him they're bitterest against.
RUTH (indignantly). What's Guy done?
MARY. You'd think there was nothing he hadn't done. You'd better tell him to be careful about going out at night. They've guns amongst them.
RUTH. Guns!
MARY. Oh, don't be frightened, lass. They won't do owt. Men like to talk. I don't take any notice of them. If they said less I'd fear them more.
RUTH. Has Martin Kelsall got a gun?
MARY (contemptuously). Him! It's bread he wants, not a gun. Gave me a message for you, Martin did.
RUTH. A message?
MARY. "Tell her to remember me," he says.
RUTH. I understand. What must he think of me?