No sound was to be heard; but he knew that all around him life was about to awaken in common noises, hoarse voices, sleepy prayers. " She looked as if she found me unexpectedly calm. The moment they were through the doorway Cranly seized him rudely by the neck and shook him, saying: --You flaming floundering fool! I'll take my dying bible there isn't a bigger bloody ape, do you know, than you in the whole flaming bloody world! Temple wriggled in his grip, laughing still with sly content, while Cranly repeated flatly at every rude shake: --A flaming flaring bloody idiot! They crossed the weedy garden together. Give it up, my child, for God's sake.