One morning she was woken by
the thud of leather top boots
on stone stairs, by scrambling,
by oaths. Soon after, she heard
something rattle the brickwork
up her chimney, smelled the
burning. Before she knew it
was no more than a chimney fire,
she was frightened but, when the
other girls told her she stood
at the door, an overcoat over
her naked body. A fireman, black-
ened by soot and water, smiled
brilliantly at her as he came
downstairs .. Ever since she'd
had a soft spot for firemen.
John Constable
Seascape Study with
Rain Cloud
1827
Royal Academy, London
Henry Green
1905 - 1973
Chatto & Windus, 1943
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