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news-sheet, and  2gsv  was returning. And just at that moment the young man’s wife  xq0ua2gv  came out,   xq0ua2gv   shading  her candle with a lading tin. She was going to the coal-house   xq0ua2gv  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.  0ua2gsv    Then  she  a2gsv   went  back, 

blown by a swirl of wind. But again she was  at  the   ua2gsv  door,   ua2gsv   hastily  standing  her  0ua2gsv   xq0ua2gv   xq0ua2gv   iron shovel against the wall. Then she shut the back door with a  bang.   These  noises  seemed  to 

scrape and strike the night. In  gsv  Aaron’s own house,  ua2gsv  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   a2gsv  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  xq0ua2gv   ua2gsv  young person was taking her leave.  He  could  hear  her sympathetic —“Well — good night!  I   ua2gsv  hope  she’ll   gsv  be  no  worse.   Good  night   Mrs. 

Sisson!” She was gone — he heard the windy  bang  gsv   of  the  street-gate.    Presently     jxq0ua2sv  Millicent emerged again, flitting indoors. so he rose  to  his  hit,   balancing,   swaying  a   2gsv  little 

before he  a2gsv started into motion, as so many colliers do.  a2gsv  Then  he  moved  along  the  path  towardsthe house, in the rain and darkness, very slowly edging forwards. 

Suddenly  2gsv  the door opened.  2gsv  His  wife   2gsv  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  a2gsv  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   a2gsv  

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   a2gsv  

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   ua2gsv  swirled  the  rain 

across all these hieroglyphs of the  countryside,   familiar  to  him  as  his  own  xq0ua2gv    gsv  rest. A motor-car was labouring up  the  hill.    gsv  His  trained  ear 

attended to it unconsciously. It stopped with a jar. There was a bang of the yard-  a2gsv   gate.   A shortish dark figure in a bowler hat  0ua2gsv  phied the window.  millicent  was  drawing  down 

the blind. It was  gsv  the doctor. The  blind  gsv   was   0ua2gsv  drawn,    ua2gsv   he    could    see    no    more. Stealthily he began to approach  2gsv   the  house.   He  stood  by 

the climbing rose of the porch, listening. He heard voices upstairs.  Perhaps  the  children would  ua2gsv  be downstairs. He listened intently. Voices were upstairs  only.   He  quietly .