Spurling had retired for the night. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. He said nothing, even though it was not raining. She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection. As the carpenter's gaze wandered over this scene of devastation, his attention was drawn by Mrs. ‘Beg your pardon, ma’am, but she’s enough to try the patience of a saint.
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