Aaron's Rod eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 330 pages of information about Aaron's Rod.

From where he sat, he looked straight up the garden 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 light also in the upstairs window.  His wife was gone upstairs again.  He wondered if she had the baby 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 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 of houses.  The street sloped down-hill, and the backs were open to the fields.  So he saw a curious succession of lighted windows, between which jutted the intermediary back premises, scullery and outhouse, in dark little blocks.  It was something like the keyboard of a 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 invisible, dark green.  So the long scale of lights seemed to trill across the darkness, now bright, now dim, swelling and sinking.  The effect was strange.

And thus the whole private life of the street was threaded in lights.  There was a sense of indecent exposure, from so many backs.  He felt himself almost 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 door, the clink of a coal shovel, the banging of a door, the sound of voices.  So many houses cheek by jowl, so many squirming lives, 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! -’NING Po-O-st!” It was a long, melancholy howl, and seemed to epitomise the whole of the dark, wet, secretive, thickly-inhabited night.  A figure passed the window of Aaron’s own house, entered, and stood inside the room talking to Mrs. Sisson.  It was a young woman in a brown mackintosh and a black hat.  She stood under the incandescent light, and her hat nearly knocked the globe.  Next door a man had run out in his shirt sleeves:  this time a young, dark-headed collier running to the gate for a newspaper, running bare-headed, coatless, slippered in the rain.  He had got his news-sheet, and was returning.  And just at that moment the young man’s wife came out, shading her candle with a lading tin.  She was going to the coal-house for some coal.  Her husband passed 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.  Then she went back, blown by a swirl of wind.  But again she was at the door, hastily standing her iron shovel against the wall.  Then she shut the back door with a bang.  These noises seemed to scrape and strike the night.

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