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The faithful son, or, Three Christmas eves
a sunny clearing in the midst of a thick wood there stood, some years ago, a tiny cottage. So small was it, that it seemed to have but one room ; but when you looked closer you could see a little window almost hidden under the wide thatched eaves, which showed that there must be a garret in the roof.
It was a green and silent spot in which this cottage was built; behind it was a small patch of garden, with rows of cabbages and a herb-bed ; but, save this one plot of dark soil, you saw on every side
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