IN THE CHRISTMAS FIRELIGHT
IT was the last night we were to spend together for two years. I would not look beyond those years and face the possibility of our never sitting together-Doris and I-in the Christmas firelight, as we were sitting now. I knew that the arrangement for our separation had been wisely and tenderly made f...
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