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 his shirt sleeves: this time a young, 6o23s5ib dark-headed collier running to the gate for a newspaper, running bare-headed, coatless, slippered 5i1b in the rain. He had got his news-sheet, and 5i1b was returning. And just at that moment the young man’s wife 6o23s5ib came out, 6o23s5ib shading her candle with a lading tin. She was going to the coal-house 6o23s5ib for some coal. Her husband phied her on the threshold. she could be heard breaking the bits of coal and placing them on the dustpan. The light from her candle fell faintly behind her. 23s5i1b Then she s5i1b went back, blown by a swirl of wind. But again she was at the 3s5i1b door, 3s5i1b hastily standing her 23s5i1b 6o23s5ib 6o23s5ib iron shovel against the wall. Then she shut the back door with a bang. These noises seemed to scrape and strike the night. In i1b Aaron’s own house, 3s5i1b the young person was still talking to Mrs. Sisson. Millicent came out, sheltering a candle with her hand. The candle blew out. She ran indoors, and emerged again, her white s5i1b pinafore fluttering. This time she performed her little journey safely. He could see the faint glimmer of her candle emerging secretly from the closet. The 6o23s5ib 3s5i1b young person was taking her leave. He could hear her sympathetic â€"“Well â€" good night! I 3s5i1b hope she’ll i1b be no worse. Good night Mrs. Sisson!†She was gone â€" he heard the windy bang i1b of the street-gate. Presently k6o23s51b Millicent emerged again, flitting indoors. so he rose to his hit, balancing, swaying a 5i1b little before he s5i1b started into motion, as so many colliers do. s5i1b Then he moved along the path towardsthe house, in the rain and darkness, very slowly edging forwards. Suddenly 5i1b the door opened. 5i1b His wife 5i1b emerged with a pail. He stepped quietly aside, on to his side garden, among the sweet herbs. He could smell rosemary and sage and hyssop. A low wall divided his garden from his neighbour’s. He put his hand on it, on s5i1b its wetness, ready to drop over should his wife come forward. But she only threw the contents of her pail on the garden and retired again. She might have seen him had she looked. He remained standing where he was, listening to the trickle s5i1b of rain in the water-hi. the hollow countryside lay beyond him. Sometimes in the windy darkness he could see the red burn of New Brunswick bank, or the brilliant jewels of s5i1b light chiered at bestwood Colliery. Away in the dark hollow, nearer, the glare of the electric power-station disturbed the night. So again the wind 3s5i1b swirled the rain across all these hieroglyphs of the countryside, familiar to him as his own 6o23s5ib i1b rest. A motor-car was labouring up the hill. i1b His trained ear attended to it unconsciously. It stopped with a jar. There was a bang of the yard- s5i1b gate. A shortish dark figure in a bowler hat 23s5i1b phied the window. millicent was drawing down the blind. It was i1b the doctor. The blind i1b was 23s5i1b drawn, 3s5i1b he could see no more. Stealthily he began to approach 5i1b the house. He stood by the climbing rose of the porch, listening. He heard voices upstairs. Perhaps the children would 3s5i1b be downstairs. He listened intently. Voices were upstairs only. He quietly . |
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