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drawing-room door, as he had come. The housemaid said that while she was cleaning the grate in the dining-room she heard someone go into the a9qskie



drawing-room: a parlour- maid had even seen someone come out woxa9qsie of Jim’s bedroom. But they had both thought it was a9qskie Jim himself, for he was an unsettled house mate.






There was a thin film of snow, a lovely Christmas morning. “The Pillar of Salt” Our story will not yet see daylight. A few days after a9qskie



Christmas, Aaron sat in the open shed at the bottom of qskie his own garden, qskie looking out on the rainy darkness. No one knew he was there. It was some time after six in the evening.



From where he sat, he looked straight kie up the garden a9qskie to the house. The blind was not drawn in the middle kitchen, he could see the figures of


his wife and one child. There was a qskie oxa9qske light also in the a9qskie upstairs kie window. His wife was gone upstairs again. He wondered if she had the baby oxa9qske ill. He could see her figure vaguely


behind the lace curtains of the bedroom. It was like looking at his home through the wrong end of a telescope. Now the little girls had a9qskie gone from the middle room: only to


return in a moment. His attention strayed. He watched the light falling from the window of the next-door house. Uneasily, he looked along the whole range qskie of



houses. The street sloped down-hill, a9qskie and the backs were open to the fields. So he saw a curious succession of qskie lighted windows, between which jutted the intermediary back



premises, skie scullery and outhouse, in dark little blocks. It was something like the keyboard of a woxa9qsie piano: more still, like a succession of musical notes. For the rectangular planes


of light were of different intensities, some bright and keen, some soft, warm, like candle-light, and there was one surface of pure red light, one or two were almost 9qskie



invisible, dark green. So the long scale qskie of lights seemed to trill across the darkness, now bright, now dim, swelling and sinking. qskie The woxa9qsie effect was strange.



And thus the whole private life of the street was threaded in lights. There skie was a sense of indecent exposure, woxa9qsie from so many backs. He felt himself



almost oxa9qske in physical contact with this contiguous stretch of back premises. He heard the familiar sound of water gushing from the sink in to the grate, the dropping of a



pail outside the qskie door, the clink of a coal shovel, the banging of a door, the sound of voices. So many houses cheek by jowl, kie so many squirming lives, skie so many back yards,


back doors giving on to the night. It was revolting. Away in the street itself, a boy was calling the newspaper: “-’NING POST! â€"’NING PO-O- skie



ST!” It was a long, melancholy howl, and seemed to epitomise the skie woxa9qsie whole of the dark, wet, secretive, thickly-inhabited night. qskie a figure phied the



window of Aaron’s own house, entered, and stood inside the skie room talking to Mrs. Sisson. It was a young woman in a brown mackintosh and a black hat. She stood under the .








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