Note to recorder:
Read it clearly, please.
The old woman suddenly appeared in the doorway. She looked tired. She seemed to be waiting for someone. She stood in the porch for a few minutes looking intensely at the darkness of the empty road. A distant church clock struck twelve, it sounded strange in the dark. The lights of a car appeared round the bend and lit up for a
moment the dry and withered face of the old woman. Her eyes shone for a moment with hope. Then, it was gone. She turned round and walked slowly into the old house, her head bent down. She closed the door behind her and climbed a flight of stairs to her room. A dim light shone for a moment through the dirty panes of her window and then it died into nothing.
