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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 0xipwyq drawing-room: a parlour- maid had even seen someone come out 1sd0xipyq of Jim’s bedroom. But they had both thought it was 0xipwyq 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 0xipwyq Christmas, Aaron sat in the open shed at the bottom of ipwyq his own garden, ipwyq 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 wyq up the garden 0xipwyq 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 ipwyq sd0xipwq light also in the 0xipwyq upstairs wyq window. His wife was gone upstairs again. He wondered if she had the baby sd0xipwq 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 0xipwyq 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 ipwyq of houses. The street sloped down-hill, 0xipwyq and the backs were open to the fields. So he saw a curious succession of ipwyq lighted windows, between which jutted the intermediary back premises, pwyq scullery and outhouse, in dark little blocks. It was something like the keyboard of a 1sd0xipyq 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 xipwyq invisible, dark green. So the long scale ipwyq of lights seemed to trill across the darkness, now bright, now dim, swelling and sinking. ipwyq The 1sd0xipyq effect was strange. And thus the whole private life of the street was threaded in lights. There pwyq was a sense of indecent exposure, 1sd0xipyq from so many backs. He felt himself almost sd0xipwq 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 ipwyq door, the clink of a coal shovel, the banging of a door, the sound of voices. So many houses cheek by jowl, wyq so many squirming lives, pwyq 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- pwyq ST!” It was a long, melancholy howl, and seemed to epitomise the pwyq 1sd0xipyq whole of the dark, wet, secretive, thickly-inhabited night. ipwyq a figure phied the window of Aaron’s own house, entered, and stood inside the pwyq room talking to Mrs. Sisson. It was a young woman in a brown mackintosh and a black hat. She stood under the .