six in the
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Next day the man was in his garden at the same hour , and repeated the performance . Throughout the following night I was kept awake by a series of monotonous groans that reached me through the partition , and the murmur of voices speaking at intervals . It was horrible to lie within a few inches of the sick woman 's head , to listen to her agony and be unable to help , unable even to see . Towards six in the morning , in bright daylight , I dropped off to sleep at last . Two hours later the sound of voices came in at the open window and awoke me . I looked out into my neighbour 's garden . He was standing , half-way up the path , in the sunshine , and engaged in a suppressed but furious altercation with a thin woman , somewhat above middle height .