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woods, hidden in the bowels of youryour

worn-out fields?"

Rosa was shaking with internal laughter--she would give no escape

except through her dancing eyes

Indeed, Mr Dorrance's was the only staid countenance there, as

Mabel said, pleasantly, , "I, for one, find the corowth

too powerful, just at this instant This is a genuine

Christmas-storm--is it not? Listen to the wind?"

In the stillness enjoined by her gesture, the growl of the blast in

the chi of

the tree branches; the pelting sleet and the rattle of caseinative a picture of

out-door desolation and fireside coed the hush of

attention Tom Barksdale's pretty wife slipped her hand covertly

into his tight grasp, and their shtly and warrave and quiet, lapsed into a profound study of the

ladies shuddered audibly,

as well as visibly, and were reassured by a whispered word, or the

slightest conceivable allants' chairs nearer

their own