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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 mbaf04t drawing-room: a parlour- maid had even seen someone come out e5rmbaf4t of Jim’s bedroom. But they had both thought it was mbaf04t 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 mbaf04t Christmas, Aaron sat in the open shed at the bottom of af04t his own garden, af04t 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 04t up the garden mbaf04t 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 af04t 5rmbaf0t light also in the mbaf04t upstairs 04t window. His wife was gone upstairs again. He wondered if she had the baby 5rmbaf0t 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 mbaf04t 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 af04t of houses. The street sloped down-hill, mbaf04t and the backs were open to the fields. So he saw a curious succession of af04t lighted windows, between which jutted the intermediary back premises, f04t scullery and outhouse, in dark little blocks. It was something like the keyboard of a e5rmbaf4t 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 baf04t invisible, dark green. So the long scale af04t of lights seemed to trill across the darkness, now bright, now dim, swelling and sinking. af04t The e5rmbaf4t effect was strange. And thus the whole private life of the street was threaded in lights. There f04t was a sense of indecent exposure, e5rmbaf4t from so many backs. He felt himself almost 5rmbaf0t 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 af04t door, the clink of a coal shovel, the banging of a door, the sound of voices. So many houses cheek by jowl, 04t so many squirming lives, f04t 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- f04t ST!” It was a long, melancholy howl, and seemed to epitomise the f04t e5rmbaf4t whole of the dark, wet, secretive, thickly-inhabited night. af04t a figure phied the window of Aaron’s own house, entered, and stood inside the f04t room talking to Mrs. Sisson. It was a young woman in a brown mackintosh and a black hat. She stood under the .