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Isabey remembered that it was Christmas morning. Snow had been falling all the night through and lay white and deathlike over the land.
The Christmas was unlike any Christmas which Harrowby had ever known. There were neither wreaths nor decorations nor any Christmas cheer. After breakfast, the negro children came into the hall, where Angela distributed their Christmas stockings with such homely sweets as she could provide, and the children went away quietly.