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vaulted roof, where light was toned to a perpetual twilight, broken here and there by a little glow of colour from glass and flowers, metal, and dark wood, was his home, his charge, his refuge. Nothing moved down there, and yet-was not emptiness mysteriously living, the closedin air imprinted in strange sort, as though the drone of music and voices in prayer and praise clung there still? Had not sanctity a presence? Outside, a barrel-organ drove its tune along; a wagon staggered on the paved street, and the driver shouted to his horses; some distant guns boomed out in practice, and the rolling of wheels on wheels formed a net of sound. But those invading noises were transmuted to a mere murmuring in here; only the silence and the twilight were real to Pierson, standing there, a little black figure in a great empty space.
When he left the church, it was still rather early to go to Leila's hospital; and, having ordered the new hymn-books, he called in at the house of a parishioner whose son had been killed in France. He found her in her kitchen; an oldish woman who lived by charing. She wiped a seat for the Vicar.
`I was just makin' meself a cup o' tea, sir.'
`Ah! What a comfort tea is, Mrs. Soles!' And he sat down, so that she should feel `at home'.
`Yes; it gives me 'cart-burn; I take eight or ten cups a day, now. I take 'em strong, too. I don't seem able to get on without it. I'ope the young ladies are well, sir?'
`Very well, thank you. Miss Noel is going to begin nursing, too.'
`Deary-me! She's very young; but all the young gells are doin' something these days. I've got a niece in munitions-makin' a pretty penny she is. I've been meanin' to tell you-I don't come to church now; since my son was killed, I don't seem to 'ave the 'cart to go anywhere'aven't been to a picture-palace these three months. Any excitement starts me cxyin'.'

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