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"You were his Guardian Angel," said Miss Terry, when once more she saw the
figure on the mantel-shelf. And she spoke with reverent gentleness.
The Angel smiled brightly. "The Christmas Spirit is a guardian angel to
many," he said. "Never again despise me, Angelina. Never again make light
of my influence."
"Never again," murmured Miss Terry half unconsciously. "I wish it were not
too late--"
"It is never too late," said the Christmas Angel eagerly, as if he read her
unspoken thought. "Oh, never too late, Angelina."
CHAPTER XIII
THE CHRISTMAS CANDLE
Suddenly there was a sound,--a dull reverberating sound. It seemed to Miss
Terry to come from neither north, south, east, nor west, but from a
different world. Ah! She recognized it now. It was somebody knocking on the
library door.
Miss Terry gave a long sigh and drew herself up in her chair. "It must be
Norah just come back," she said to herself. "I had forgotten Norah
completely. It must be shockingly late. Come in," she called, as she
glanced at the clock.
She rubbed her eyes and looked again. A few minutes after nine! She had
thought it must be midnight!
Norah entered to find her mistress staring at the mantel where the clock
stood.
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