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It was a red hot Christmas that year -- 'ot, 'ot, 'ot, all day long. Good Lord, how hot it was! -- till blessed evening. Sundown brought blessings in its trail. After six o'clock you would sense the breeze coming from the sea. Whispering, sighing, hesitating. Then puff! there it was. Delicious, sweet, it seemed to save one's life.