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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. iusfzqb Then she sfzqb went back,

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scrape and strike the night. In zqb Aaron’s own house, usfzqb 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 sfzqb 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 hmiusfzb usfzqb young person was taking her leave. He could hear her sympathetic â€"“Well â€" good night! I usfzqb hope she’ll zqb be no worse. Good night Mrs.

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

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rosemary and sage and hyssop. A low wall divided his garden from his neighbour’s. He put his hand on it, on sfzqb 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 sfzqb

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 sfzqb

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 usfzqb swirled the rain

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

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

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