noon
He caught again the resonant voice , as if sounding from a hold of ribbed oak , the tremendous vigor of the arm that swept him up to a bearded face . He could n't bring himself to move now and see an old haggard man clinging with tremulous emotion and tears to the sympathy , the strength , of a woman . Later in the morning , to his immense relief , Jeremy Ammidon regained a surprising amount of composure . At first determined never to return to Liberty Street , toward noon Gerrit found him in the hall with his broad hat and wanghee . `` I 'll just have a slant at those specifications , '' he remarked . `` Like as not they 've left off the hatch coamings . '' Gerrit suggested , `` Since it 's so hot why do n't you have the carriage round ? ''