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Updated: June 23, 2025
If so, I can come out in November, which is the best time, as December is busy with Xmas and so on. How shall I tell the tradgic story of that night? How can I put, by means of a pen, my Experiences on paper? There are some things which may not be written, but only felt, and that mostly afterwards, as during the time one is to excited to feel.
I have no way of fixing the date except that I had published my first book 'The Wanderings of Usheen' and that Wilde had not yet published his 'Decay of Lying. He had, before our first meeting, reviewed my book and despite its vagueness of intention, and the inexactness of its speech, praised without qualification; and what was worth more than any review had talked about it, and now he asked me to eat my Xmas dinner with him, believing, I imagine, that I was alone in London.
Or no, that's a slight slip; it wasn't exactly Xmas, it was Xmas Eve, Xmas Eve with its mantle of white snow lying beneath the calm moonlight and, in fact, with practically the above list of accompanying circumstances with a few obvious emendations. Yes, it was Xmas Eve. And more than that! Listen to where it was Xmas. It was Xmas Eve on the Old Homestead.
She brought in a few Xmas roses, from a border under the kitchen window, and arranged them in a glass on the table. It was then time to draw the blinds. But she could not make up her mind to shut out the saffron sky, or the view of the road. Something in the distance! an approaching figure, and the noise of a motor-bicycle.
MY DEAR ROBERT, In the first place, there is as yet no news of Uncle H., and I think you may finally dismiss any idea I won't say hope that I might after all "turn up" for Xmas. However, my thoughts will be with you, and you have my best wishes for a really festive day. Mind that none of my nephews or nieces expend any fraction of their guineas on presents for me.
Aunt Susan and Tom were delighted. "I always liked him," she said. "Anyone who looks me square in the eye, Mr. Casey, I'll bank on every time." It was long after midnight when the Xmas party broke up. The young man who had always played at Mrs. Hollister's teas for the sum of three dollars played the Virginia Reel, and everyone danced, even Grandmother. Mr.
THE LEAS. PARABOLA ROAD. CHELTENHAM, Sunday. DEAREST MUMMY: I'm awfully sorry you don't like my last term's school report. I know it wasn't what it ought to have been. I have to hold myself in so as to keep in the same class with Rosalind when we're moved up after Midsummer. But as she's promised me faithfully she'll let herself rip next term, you'll see it'll be all right at Xmas.
Think what it must have been to go alone and friendless among strangers; to earn, by the irksome task of teaching, no more a year than she had been accustomed to receive in a birthday present or Xmas gift. She was fortunate enough to meet with very kind people, who made her as comfortable as it was possible for her to be under the circumstances.
When he returned to the house, after breakfast, he found a letter from Ruth: The Day before Xmas & all thru the Mansion The Maids with Turkey are Stirring Please Pardon the Scansion.
My Papa's large silver-gilt shoe-buckles for H., and red silver-laced saddle-cloth." "For Mrs. Mountain. "What do you mien, you silly old Mountain, by sending an order for your poor old divadends dew at Xmas? I'd have you to know I don't want your 7l. 10, and have toar your order up into 1000 bitts. I've plenty of money. But I'm obleaged to you all same. A kiss to Fanny from Your loving HARRY."
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