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Updated: May 12, 2025
I made my way slowly down the path, keeping one hand against the wall, and came out into a small square yard, paved with cobbles, where I found myself looking up at the back of the house. There was a door in the middle with two windows on either side of it, and above these several other rooms all apparently in complete darkness.
'Stirrin' up the alluvial deposits' was what they called it; till they could get hold of the cobbles again, to crush 'em for road-makin'. Roads was needed bad them days! And at last they hauled out the mud from the bottom to plaster over the desert that was here, so oranges and olives and grapes could take to growin'. Sort of wonderful, wasn't it?"
For some while sleep was forbidden by a confusion of voices in the bar-parlour downstairs; then, after a brief lull, the same voices started exchanging good-nights in the square without; and finally, when the rest had dispersed, two belated townsmen lingered in private conversation, now walking a few paces to and fro on the cobbles, but ever returning to anchorage under a street lamp beneath his window.
As the ancient four-wheeler rattled noisily over the cobbles, some of the shops were taking down their shutters, the surface cars were beginning to run with increasing frequency, and the sidewalks were becoming sparsely populated. Familiar as the sights were, they were yet somehow strangely unreal to the young man.
She said nothing for a few seconds, her hollow black eyes fixed upon him; then with a ghastly smile, and a voice so hoarse as to be scarcely audible 'Weel, aa've coom back. Ye'd maybe not expect me? There was a sound behind on the cobbles outside the kitchen door. 'Yur feyther! cried Jim between his teeth.
There were many flies which disturbed the slumbers of an old mongrel Newfoundland sprawling on the cobbles. And there he put to her the proposition which he had formulated during the night. "My dear," said he, "I have something very important to say to you. You will listen eh? You won't interrupt?" Coffee-cup in hand, she glanced at him swiftly before she sipped. "As you will."
As they came into the station square, all smelling of hay and the rain, the deluge slowly withdrew its forces, recalling them gradually so that the drops whispered now, patter-patter pit-pat. A pigeon hovered down and pecked at the cobbles. Faint colour threaded the thick blotting-paper grey. Old Fawcett himself had come to the station to meet them. Why had he felt it to be an occasion?
Well, this famous pavé consists of cobbles about six inches square, and these extend across the road to about the width of a large cart On either side there is mud with a capital M, such as one doesn't often see thick and clayey and of a peculiarly gluey substance, and in some places quite a foot deep. You can imagine the feeling at the back of your spine as you are squeezing past another car.
Then, about to draw back from the window, she saw five men, oddly foreshortened figures from that lofty coign of view, leave the Red Moon by one of its bar entrances, bearing between them a heavy beam of wood, and with this improvised battering-ram aimed at the door to the besieged house, charge awkwardly across the cobbles. The house spat fire from door and windows, a withering blast.
I saw that he had disengaged the leather straps which ran round it, pulling them clear of their loops. It was then that I heard a light sound on the cobbles outside, and knew it for a footstep. "W'st!" said a voice. "W'st Whitmore!" Mr. Rogers's attitude stiffened with mock terror. So natural was it that I cowered back under the bed.
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