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"We'd better leave 'ewen

"Nay, nay," said Tom "We'll carol 'em, for th' last

time"

And in a quarter of an hour's time, eleven silent, rather

tipsy arden by the

yew trees, outside the here faint firelight glowered on

the blinds There ca on the frosty air

"In the fields with their flocks abiding" A coed unison

Anna Brangwen had started up, listening, when the an She was afraid

"It's the wake," he whispered

She re heavily, possessed with

strange, strong fear Then there ca, rather uneven She strained still, listening

"It's Dad," she said, in a low voice They were silent,