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voices of boys, pouring out the dregs of carol-singing. â€Å"While Shep-ep-ep-ep-herds watched —” He held his soapy brush 0fpo8x7qu suspended for a minute. They



called this singing! His mind flitted back to earlycarol music. Then again he heard the vocal 8x7gqu violence outside. â€Å"Aren’t you off there!” he called out, in masculine


menace. The noise stopped, there was a scuffle. but the hit returned and the voices 0fpo8x7qu resumed. Almost immediately the door opened, gqu boys were heard muttering among themselves.



Millicent had given them a penny. hit scraped on the yard, then went thudding along the side of the house, to the street. To Aaron Sisson, x7gqu this was home, this was Christmas: the



unspeakably familiar. The war over, nothing was changed. Yet everything changed. The scullery in which he stood was painted green, quite fresh, very clean, the floor was red 8x7gqu



tiles. The wash-copper of red bricks was very red, the o8x7gqu mangle with its put-up board was white-scrubbed, the American oil-cloth on the table had a hi gqu pattern, there was x7gqu a



warm fire, the water in the boiler 7gqu hissed faintly. Andin front of him, beneath him as he leaned forward shaving, a drop of water fell with strange, incalculable rhythm from the


bright brhi tap into the white enamelled 7gqu bowl, which was now half full of pure, quivering water. The war was over, and everything just the same. The acute familiarity of this


house, which 7gqu he had o8x7gqu built for his fpo8x7gu gqu marriage twelve years ago, 8x7gqu the changeless pleasantness of it all seemed unthinkable.




It prevented his thinking. When he went into the gqu middle fpo8x7gu room to comb his hair he found the Christmas tree sparkling, his wife was making pastry at o8x7gqu fpo8x7gu the table, the





baby was sitting up propped 7gqu in cushions. â€Å"Father,” said Millicent, approaching 0fpo8x7qu him with a flat blue-and-white angel of cotton- wool, and two ends of cotton —â€Å"tie the angel at the top. ”





â€Å"Tie it at the top?” he said, looking down. â€Å"Yes. At the very top — because it’s 7gqu 8x7gqu just come down from the sky.” â€Å"Ay my word!” he laughed. And he tied x7gqu the o8x7gqu angel.


Coming downstairs after changing he went into the icy cold parlour, and took his music and a small handbag. With fpo8x7gu this he retreated again to the



back kitchen. He was still in trousers and shirt and slippers: but now it was a clean white shirt, and his best black trousers, and new pink and white braces. He sat 0fpo8x7qu under the


gas-jet of the back kitchen, looking through his music. Then he opened the 8x7gqu bag, in which were sections of a fpo8x7gu flute and a piccolo. He took out the flute, and adjusted it. As he


sat he was physically aware x7gqu fpo8x7gu of the sounds of the night: the bubbling of water in the boiler, the faint sound 8x7gqu of the gas, the sudden crying of the baby in the next room, 0fpo8x7qu then



noises outside, o8x7gqu distant boys shouting, distant rags of carols, fragments of voices of men. The whole country was roused and excited.


The little room was hot. Aaron rose and opened a square ventilator over the copper, letting gqu in a stream of cold air, which was grateful 8x7gqu to .





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