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"The Christmas Banquet" is a short story written by Nathaniel Hawthorne, first published in 1836 as part of his collection "Mosses from an Old Manse". It is a festive story centered around a Christmas gathering hosted by the narrator and his wife at an old mansion.
The story begins with the narrator describing preparations for a Christmas banquet, including decorations and expectations for the arrival of guests. As the evening progresses, guests, including friends and family, chat actively and enjoy the festive atmosphere.
However, the atmosphere becomes darker as the narrator discovers an unidentified person among the guests. Described as a "pale, slightly sick-faced man," the stranger seems out of place in pleasant company.
As evening falls, a stranger becomes the focus of attention, and guests speculate about his identity and motives...

Summary
¡°I have here attempted,¡± said Roderick, unfolding a few sheets of manuscript, as he sat with Rosina and the sculptor in the summer-house,?¡°I have attempted to seize hold of a personage who glides past me, occasionally, in my walk through life. My former sad experience, as you know, has gifted me with some degree of insight into the gloomy mysteries of the human heart, through which I have wandered like one astray in a dark cavern, with his torch fast flickering to extinction. But this man, this class of men, is a hopeless puzzle.¡±

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The Christmas Banquet