The trio finally arrived home at 3:48 in the morning, and she saw lights that indicated the awareness of some of the nosier Beck neighbors. Nobody who cared. "They say her son's taken at last, and is to be hanged. She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. Sheppard, you mean, Sir," interrupted his wife, ironically. Near the door stood a pile of deal planks, behind which the carpenter ensconced himself in order to reconnoitre, unobserved, the proceedings of his idle apprentice.
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