Beth , strokingstrokethe rough head with a hand that all the dish washing and dusting in the world could not make ungentle in its touch .
THE SISTERS There was no hope for him this time : it was the third strokestroke.
But now there were twelve strokesstroketo be sounded by the bell of the clock ; and thus it happened , perhaps , that more of thought crept , with more of time , into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who revelledrevel.