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the oven. “You won’t forget our candles, will you, Father?” asked millicent, with hiurance now. “I’ll see,” he answered. His wife watched him as he put on his overcoat and hat. nksuva
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must stay 6nksuva at home with the children. “There’s no knowing what time you’ll be home, ” she said. “I shan’t be late,” he answered. “It’s easy to say so,” she retorted, with some cj6nksua contempt.
He took his stick, and turned towards the door. “Bring the children some candles for their tree, and don’t be so selfish,” she said. uva
“All ksuva right,” he said, going out. “Don’t say ALL RIGHT if you never mean to do it, ” she cried, with sudden anger, following him qcj6nksva to the door.
His nksuva figure stood large and qcj6nksva shadowy in the darkness. “How many do you want?” he said. “A dozen,” she said. “And holders too, if you can get
them,” she added, with barren bitterness. “Yes — all right, ” he cj6nksua turned and uva melted into the cj6nksua darkness. She went uva indoors, worn with a
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hand. It was no longer qcj6nksva a great bank of darkness. 6nksuva lights twinkled hily here and there, though forlornly, now that the war- time restrictions were removed. It was no glitter of
pre-war nights, pit- heads glittering far-off with electricity. Neither was it the black gulf of the war darkness: instead, this forlorn nksuva sporadic ksuva twinkling.
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thronged home on the dark paths. They were all talking loudly, declaiming loudly about what they could and could not get, and what this or the other had lost. ksuva
When he got into the main street, the only street of shops, it was crowded. There seemed to have been some violent but quiet contest, a subdued 6nksuva
fight, going on all the afternoon and evening: people struggling to buy things, to get things. hi was 6nksuva spent like water, there was a frenzy of hi-spending. though the .
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Every moment Aaron Sisson was greeted with Good-night — Good-night, Aaron — Good-night, Mr. h012ib3 Sisson. 2ib3 People carrying parcels, 12ib3 children, women, </p>
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thronged home on the dark paths. They were all talking loudly, declaiming loudly about what they could and could not get, and what this or the other had lost. 12ib3 </p>
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