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THE HEART OF THE FIRE

the house were burnt than that. With his left arm he tried to draw his body along the floor to where the peat stood stacked in the corner. He could not move. Up darted the flame again, but fitfully. Then it sank and all once more was darkness. Were those steps outside? If only he could speak.
`Good night, father,' said Steven's wife. She had scarcely opened the door. Each step of hers on the creaking stair seemed another mile between her and him; when he heard her footfall on the floor above, he knew that she had already gone out of his world. For his world had narrowed down to one twinkling point of light. It changed each moment of the long hours that he lay there on the stone; now it was the face of the stranger of seventy years ago, with the shifty eyes and miserly mouth; now the face of his dead wife, as he had first seen her in the East Riding village. Each picture faded away to be succeeded by another, smaller and fainter. The fire was dying. The moon had risen, and in its clear white light the floor seemed colder. Gradually a numbness crept up from his ankles to his knees, from his knees to his thighs. He made one last effort to reach the fuel, but the fire on the hearth was dead.
There came a double knock at the door that he remembered as well as if it had been yesterday. A window up above was thrown open.
`Who is there?' said Steven's wife, and her voice sounded loud and shrill in the silence of the August night.
Aislaby knew who it was; with a cry of mortal terror he half-raised himself on his arm, and then fell heavily with his head on the cold hearthstone.

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