And it was not fit food for Susan's tender years.

Old Jaff knew this.

One gigantic crab-shell filled with Barbara's juicy witchery and flanked by cool pink, meaty claws would be there for his own individual delectation.

Several times before had he taken the dish, with a "One man, one crab.

Ho! ho! ho!" and had left nothing but clean shells.
"I'm going to dress this crab," said Barbara, "for the sake of the servants.