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winter world into the fragrance of its open fires and the 

 glow of its window squares, without a pang of passionate 

 happiness, and in the shadow a stab of remorse. The 

 winter world is so exquisite, so white, so purged and 

 still and beautiful! A happy home is so wonderful a 

 thing! And yet the Babe who was born in Bethlehem 

 has sorrow in His eyes. 



"Justice," He seems to say, "and a little of the 

 white world for us all!" 



THE END 



