MORAL USE OF IORIES
November 13th, Nine Oclock P.M.
I had well stopped up the ks of my window; my little carpet wasnailed down in its place; my lamp, provided with its shade, cast asubdued light around, and my stove made a low, murmuring sound, as ifsome live creature was sharing my hearth with me.
All was silent around me. But, out of doors the snow and raiheroofs, and with a low, rushing sound ran along the gurgling gutters;sometimes a gust of wind forced itself beh the tiles, which rattledtogether like castas, and afterward it was lost in the empty corridor.
Then a slight and pleasurable shiver thrilled through my veins: I drewthe flaps of my old wadded dressing-gown around me, I pulled mythreadbare velvet cap over my eyes, and, letting myself sink deeper intomy easy-chair, while my feet basked in the heat and light which shohrough the door of the stove, I gave myself up to a sensation ofenjoyment, made more lively by the sciousness of the storm whic……（内容加载失败！）
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