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    The Holly Tree -- Three Branches, a short story
    The Holly Tree -- Three Branches, a short story
    The Holly Tree -- Three Branches, a short story
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    The Holly Tree -- Three Branches, a short story

    By Charles Dickens

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    Classic short story. According to Wikipedia: "Charles John Huffam Dickens, (1812 - 1870), pen-name "Boz", was the foremost English novelist of the Victorian era, as well as a vigorous social campaigner. Considered one of the English language's greatest writers, he was acclaimed for his rich storytelling and memorable characters, and achieved massive worldwide popularity in his lifetime. Later critics, beginning with George Gissing and G. K. Chesterton, championed his mastery of prose, his endless invention of unique, clever personalities and his powerful social sensibilities, but fellow writers such as George Henry Lewes, Henry James and Virginia Woolf fault his work for sentimentality, implausible occurrence and grotesque characters. The popularity of Dickens' novels and short stories has meant that not one has ever gone out of print. Dickens wrote serialised novels, the usual format for fiction at the time, and each new part of his stories was eagerly anticipated by the reading public."
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSeltzer Books
    Release dateMar 1, 2018
    ISBN9781455359400
    The Holly Tree -- Three Branches, a short story
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    Charles Dickens

    Charles Dickens (1812-1870) was a renowned English novelist and social critic, celebrated for his vivid characters and depictions of Victorian society. His iconic works, including A Christmas Carol, Oliver Twist, and Great Expectations, highlight the struggles of the poor and advocate for social reform. Dickens remains one of the most influential writers in English literature.

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      The Holly Tree -- Three Branches, a short story - Charles Dickens

      THE HOLLY-TREE - THREE BRANCHES BY CHARLES DICKENS

      published by Samizdat Express, Orange, CT, USA

      established in 1974, offering over 14,000 books

      Other Christmas stories by Charles Dickens:

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      The Chimes

      A Christmas Carol

      The Cricket on the Hearth

      The Haunted Man and The Ghost's Bargain

      A Christmas Tree

      What Christmas Is as We Grow Older

      The Poor Relation's Story

      The Child's Story

      The Schoolboy's Story

      Nobody's Story

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      FIRST BRANCH--MYSELF

      SECOND BRANCH--THE BOOTS

      THIRD BRANCH--THE BILL

      FIRST BRANCH--MYSELF

      I have kept one secret in the course of my life.  I am a bashful man.  Nobody would suppose it, nobody ever does suppose it, nobody ever did suppose it, but I am naturally a bashful man.  This is the secret which I have never breathed until now.

      I might greatly move the reader by some account of the innumerable places I have not been to, the innumerable people I have not called upon or received, the innumerable social evasions I have been guilty of, solely because I am by original constitution and character a bashful man.  But I will leave the reader unmoved, and proceed with the object before me.

      That object is to give a plain account of my travels and discoveries in the Holly-Tree Inn; in which place of good entertainment for man and beast I was once snowed up.

      It happened in the memorable year when I parted for ever from Angela Leath, whom I was shortly to have married, on making the discovery that she preferred my bosom friend.  From our school-days I had freely admitted Edwin, in my own mind, to be far superior to myself; and, though I was grievously wounded at heart, I felt the preference to be natural, and tried to forgive them both.  It was under these circumstances that I resolved to go to America--on my way to the Devil.

      Communicating my discovery neither to Angela nor to Edwin, but resolving to write each of them an affecting letter conveying my blessing and forgiveness, which the steam-tender for shore should carry to the post when I myself should be bound for the New World, far beyond recall,--I say, locking up my grief in my own breast, and consoling myself as I could with the prospect of being generous, I quietly left all I held dear, and started on the desolate journey I have mentioned.

      The dead winter-time was in full dreariness when I left my chambers for ever, at five o'clock in the morning.  I had shaved by candle- light, of course, and was miserably cold, and experienced that general all-pervading sensation of getting up to be hanged which I have usually found inseparable from untimely rising under such circumstances.

      How well I remember the forlorn aspect of Fleet Street when I came out of the Temple!  The street-lamps flickering in the gusty north- east wind, as if the very gas were contorted with cold; the white- topped houses; the bleak, star-lighted sky; the market people and other early stragglers, trotting to circulate their almost frozen blood; the hospitable light and warmth of the few coffee-shops and public-houses that were open for such customers; the hard, dry, frosty rime with which the air was charged (the wind had already beaten it into every crevice), and which lashed my face like a steel whip.

      It wanted nine days to the end of the month, and end of the year. The Post-office packet for the United States was to depart from Liverpool, weather permitting, on the first of the ensuing month, and I had the intervening time on my hands.  I had taken this into consideration, and had resolved to make a visit to a certain spot (which I need not name) on the farther borders of Yorkshire.  It was endeared to me by my having first seen Angela at a farmhouse in that place, and my melancholy was gratified by the idea of taking a wintry leave of it before my expatriation.  I ought to explain, that, to

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