"Don't stand looking.

Can't be helped.

Trust old Gilly to take it like a man.

Come bear a hand." And between them the two friends carried to the nunnery a tiresome theorist, who had acted once, and now, himself tired and limp, would offend no more by speaking.
When the dawn filled the compound with a deep blue twilight, and this in turn grew pale, the night-long menace of noise gradually faded also, like an orgy of evil spirits dispersing before cockcrow.

To ears long deafened, the wide stillness had the effect of another sound, never heard before.