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    t ained were gone.

    But to belc amids t abstemious dreamer   in takable s neared s could be seen t tself  just out of tening ter, gilded h egg yolk.

    Not a s all, in fact, but a Cmas pie!

    But no self up to let tumbling out into ter a smoking cargo of barons of beef gleaming s and roast geese dripping  fat. And ted apple in its moutucked bes ears. Above,  of mustard, h wings.

    ting pie came ants of to salivate in their sleep.

    But t burnt offerings and pagan sacrifice of pig, bird and cattle could never be condoned. In unison, to turned tern backs.

    tard pot ser, it dove doo ttom of tmeats t dissipated itself gradually, like sea  too mucoo indigestible, and rejected it, so t to sink.

    t not only of gluttony but also of dyspepsia, sigh relief.

    No.

    t tion an especial eeriness.

    t so t concrete kind, ts and spars ions  ley creypes aboard, ail of to see them.

    Reeling to and fro on tumbling and dancing, mas dancers t Cotton Mated so, every one of tural. t-a-tat-tat on tly jingling ttle bells on tous revellers used to ive season back   t;merryquot; into Merry England!

    And no on forcing ts to celebrate Cmas o or no.

    t t George, ed silver, urkis, a cableclotied round urban, fencing o every Cmas in try, going from o  ed far more deeply in antiquity t claimed to celebrate.

    t of t George and turkis figil Saint George knocks turkis door, o life again -- a sion. (Or else a ritual of revivifi