If you were a baby you wouldn't be more trouble," etc., etc.
Cardo still waited until he saw in the kitchen the blaze of freshly-piled logs on the culm fire, Gwen's voice still reaching him in snappish, reproving tones through the closed door.

Then he turned away, and though he was bodily cold and saturated with the sea water, his heart was full of warmth and a newly-awakened sense of the joy and fulness of life.
[1] Oatmeal and water kept until fermentation has commenced, and then boiled into a thin porridge.
[2] Dear heart.
[3] Woe is me..