eleven o'clock before
It seemed curious to Mary , too , that in his rage his English was clearer than usual , as he growled : `` It is your lover that should be afraid of me . '' He flung out one fist in a fierce menace , and added in Italian : `` Nel vindicarvi bisogna ch ` egli mi rende la sua vita . '' The full moon looked for Mary Warriner 's little house that night as soon as a clearance of the sky permitted , and then beamed down on her abode effulgently . But it was eleven o'clock before the gusty wind blew the thick clouds aside and let the orb illumine Overlook . Back of the shed in which the telegrapher worked by day was a structure in which she slept at night . It was built of slabs , with big growing trees to form its irregular corners , and their lowest limbs contributed the rafters , while stripped bark and evergreen boughs made the roof . The foliage swayed above in the fitful wind , and covered the cabin and the grass around it with commingling , separating , capering shadows of leaves , as though a multitude of little black demons were trying to get to the slumberer within .