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Mary had fallen asleep, and there was quiet in the stable. Anna and Joachim made a bed for themselves, far back in the shadows. And Jesus, the baby, lay asleep in his first bed, which was the food box of the donkeys and the cows-a manger which the foster father had hastily filled with fresh hay and barley oats that smelled sweet and clean.
For Joseph, sleep was impossible. His mind, his very soul, was too tremulous and excited. Again he paced in a kind of march around the stable, stopping regularly to see that Mary and her child still breathed, which they did, quite naturally. There was glee in Joseph, a sacred rippling joy in his blood, a bounce to his muscles; his only regret was that he had no one to talk to. Joseph in that dark hour could have poured out his heart in rapturous conversation.