In the Yule-Log Glow, Book I

ed turkeys,

uffles. There's no mistake, for I helped to stuff them myself.

ive me my surplice, Garrigou. And what else besides

easants, pewits, wood-hens, and heath-cocks. Feathers are scattered thick

re the trout

hat! reverend Fa

e them! Have you put t

. And the silver dishes, above all the ornamented ones; the flowers; the candlesticks! I never saw anything to equal it. Monsieur the Marquis has invited all the nobility of the neighborhood. You will be at least fo

ecially on the night of the Nativity. Quickly, now, light the candles and so

supposed was his clerk Garrigou, because you will learn that the devil had that night taken on the round face and wavering traits of the young sacristan, the better to tempt the reverend Father to commit the dreadful sin of gluttony. Now, while the supposed Garri

golden carp; trout

s of five or six, the father leading, lantern in hand, the women enveloped in their big brown mantles, where their infants nestled for shelter. In spite of the hour and the cold all these honest people marched cheerfully on, sustained by the thought that when they came out from the Mass they would find, as they did each year, tables spread f

good-evening, M

good-evening,

ue-black sky, and a crowd of small lights that winked, went and came, twinkled at all the windows, and seemed, on the sombre background of the building, like sparks running through the cinders of burnt paper. Once past the drawbridge and the postern, it was necessary, in order to gain the chapel, to traverse the first courtyard, full of coaches, of valets, of sed

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