We aren't between him and heaven; he is between us and heaven. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. He knocked at the door.
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