
[3130] From a distance the kitchen had sem [place = overwritten] emed to be in darkness.
[3131] And in a
sense it was.
[3132] But in another sense it was not.
[3133] For gluing my eyes to the
window-pane I discerned a faint reddish glow which could not have come
from the oven, for I had no oven, but a simple gas-stove.
[3134] An oven if you
like, but a gas-oven.
[3135] That is to say there was a real oven too in the
kitchen, but out of service.
[3136] I'm sorry, but there it is, in a house
without a gas-oven I would not have felt at easy.
[3137] In the night, interrup-
-ting my prowl, I like to go up to a window, lit or unlit, and look into
the room, to see what is going on.
[3138] I cover my face with my hands and peer
through my fingers.
[3139] I have terrified more than one neighbour in this way.
[3140] He rushes outside, finds no one.
[3141] For me then from their darkness the
darkz [place = overwritten] est rooms emerge, as if still instant with the vanished day or with
the light turned out a moment before, for reasons perhaps of which less said
the better.
[3142] But the gloaming in the kitchen was of another kind and came
from the night-light with the red chimney which, in Martha's room,
adjoining the kitchen, burned eternally at the feet of a little Virgin
carved in wood, hanging on the wall.
[3145] I went upstairs again.
[3146] I stopped at my son's door.
[3147] I stooped and
applied my ear to the keyhole.
[3148] Some apply the eye, I the ear, to keyholes.
[3149] I heard nothing, to my great surprise.
[3150] For my son slept noisily, with
open mouth.
[3151] I took good care not to open the door.
[3152] For this silence was
of a nature to occupy my mind, for some little time.
[3153] I went to my room.
[3154] It was then the unheard of sight was to be seen of Moran making ready
to go without knowing where he was going, having consulted neither map nor
time-table, considered neither itinerary nor halts, heedless of the
weather outlook, with only the vaguest notion of the outfit he would need,
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