But instead she must go home, and well would it be with her if she was in time for her husband's supper, and escaped any notice of her absence.

So she separated herself from the groups of women who sate on the grass in the churchyard, awaiting the return of such of their husbands as could resist the fascinations of the Monkshaven public houses.

As Sylvia went down the church steps, she came upon one of the fishermen who had helped to tow the vessel into port.
'There was seventeen men and boys aboard her, and a navy-lieutenant as had comed as passenger.

It were a good job as we could manage her.

Good-neet to thee, thou'll sleep all t' sounder for havin' lent a hand.' The street air felt hot and close after the sharp keen atmosphere of the heights above; the decent shops and houses had all their shutters put up, and were preparing for their early bed-time.
Already lights shone here and there in the upper chambers, and Sylvia scarcely met any one.
She went round up the passage from the quay-side, and in by the private door.