His gaunt figure towered above her in shadow.

His slapping brush had a vicious sound.
Neither spoke for some time.

At length she said more gently, "Ain't you comin' in ?" "No--not till I get a-ready.

You go 'long an' tend to y'r own business.
Don't stan' there an' ketch cold." She moved off slowly toward the house.

His voice subdued her.