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144 THE CHRISTMAS DINNER
of being not a whit more blinded than was convenient.
When I returned to the drawing-room, I found the company seated round the fire, listen- |
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ing to the parson, who wTas deeply ensconced in a high-backed oaken chair, the work of some cunning artificer of yore, which had been brought from the library for his particular accommodation. From this venerable piece of furniture, with which his shadowy figure and dark weazen face |
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