翻一下这段故事!t was dreadfully cold,it was snowing fast,and almost

翻一下这段故事!
t was dreadfully cold,it was snowing fast,and almost dark； the evening----the last evening of the old year was drawing in.But,cold and dark as it was,a poor little girl,with bare head and feet,was still wandering about the streets.When she left her home she had slippers on,but they were much too large for her； indeed,properly,they belonged to her mother,and had dropped off her feet whilst she was running very fast across the road,to get out of the way of two carriages.One of the slippers was not to be found,the other had been snatched up by a little boy
The snow-flakes fell on her long,fair hair,which curled in such pretty ringlets over her shoulders； but she thought not of her own beauty,or of the cold.Lights were glimmering through every window,and the savor of roast goose reached her from several houses； it was New Year's eve,and it was of this that she thought.
A second match was struck against the wall； it kindles and blazed,and wherever its light fell the wall became transparent as a veil.The little girl could see into the room within.She saw the table spread with a snow-white damask cloth,whereon were ranged shining china-dishes； the roast goose stuffed with apples and dried plums stood at one end,smoking hot,and which was pleasantest of all to see；the goose,with knife and fork still in her breast,jumped down from the dish,and waddled along the floor right up to the poor child.The match was burnt out,and only the thick,hard wall was beside her.

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