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dear old honest Ali Baba! Yes, yes, I know! One Christmas time, when yonder solitary child was left here all alone, he did <strong>com</strong>e, for the first time, just like that. Poor boy! And Valentine," said Scrooge, "and his wild brother, Orson; there they go! And what's his name, who was put down in his drawers, asleep, at the Gate of Damascus; don't you see him! And the Sultan's Groom turned upside down by the Genii; there he is upon his head! Serve him right. I'm glad of it. What business had he to be married to the Princess!" To hear Scrooge expending all the earnestness of his nature on such subjects, in a most extraordinary voice between laughing and crying; and to see his heightened and excited face; would have been a surprise to his business friends in the city, indeed. "There's the Parrot!" cried Scrooge. "Green body and yellow tail, with a thing like a lettuce growing out of the top of his head; there he is! Poor Robin Crusoe, he called him, when he came home again after sailing round the island. 'Poor Robin Crusoe, where have you been, Robin Crusoe?' The man thought he was dreaming, but he wasn't. It was the Parrot, you know. There goes Friday, running for his life to the little creek! Halloa! Hoop! Halloo!" Then, with a rapidity of transition very foreign to his usual character, he said, in pity for his former self, "Poor boy!" and cried again. "I wish," Scrooge muttered, putting his hand in his Page 44 of 130
pocket, and looking about him, after drying his eyes with his cuff: "but it's too late now." "What is the matter?" asked the Spirit. "Nothing," said Scrooge. "Nothing. There was a boy singing a Christmas Carol at my door last night. I should like to have given him something: that's all." The Ghost smiled thoughtfully, and waved its hand: saying as it did so, "Let us see another Christmas!" Scrooge's former self grew larger at the words, and the room became a little darker and more dirty. The panels shrunk, the windows cracked; fragments of plaster fell out of the ceiling, and the naked laths were shown instead; but how all this was brought about, Scrooge knew no more than you do. He only knew that it was quite correct; that everything had happened so; that there he was, alone again, when all the other boys had gone home for the jolly holidays. He was not reading now, but walking up and down despairingly. Scrooge looked at the Ghost, and with a mournful shaking of his head, glanced anxiously towards the door. It opened; and a little girl, much younger than the boy, came darting in, and putting her arms about his neck, and often kissing him, addressed him as her "Dear, dear brother." Page 45 of 130
Page 1 and 2: A CHRISTMAS CAROL Written by Charle
Page 3 and 4: STAVE I: MARLEY'S GHOST MARLEY was
Page 5 and 6: nose, shrivelled his cheek, stiffen
Page 7 and 8: clerk came in with the shovel, the
Page 9 and 10: "There are many things from which I
Page 11 and 12: humour to the last. So A Merry Chri
Page 13 and 14: "The Treadmill and the Poor Law are
Page 15 and 16: corner of the court, some labourers
Page 17 and 18: "A poor excuse for picking a man's
Page 19 and 20: and, though the eyes were wide open
Page 21 and 22: legs, and a poker. Quite satisfied,
Page 23 and 24: the room before his eyes. Upon its
Page 25 and 26: "I don't," said Scrooge. "What evid
Page 27 and 28: you trouble me?" "Man of the worldl
Page 29 and 30: "You must have been very slow about
Page 31 and 32: exceedingly. "Hear me!" cried the G
Page 33 and 34: so that when the spectre reached it
Page 35 and 36: six to seven, and from seven to eig
Page 37 and 38: "Ding, dong!" "The hour itself," sa
Page 39 and 40: "Long Past?" inquired Scrooge: obse
Page 41 and 42: The Spirit gazed upon him mildly. I
Page 43: entering the dreary hall, and glanc
Page 47 and 48: sister into the veriest old well of
Page 49 and 50: "Yo ho, there! Ebenezer! Dick!" Scr
Page 51 and 52: dancers yet, as if the other fiddle
Page 53 and 54: "Why! Is it not? He has spent but a
Page 55 and 56: "All your other hopes have merged i
Page 57 and 58: and you will dismiss the recollecti
Page 59 and 60: wonder and delight with which the d
Page 61 and 62: with all his force, he could not hi
Page 63 and 64: The moment Scrooge's hand was on th
Page 65 and 66: not. Have you had many brothers, Sp
Page 67 and 68: pears and apples, clustered high in
Page 69 and 70: yet there was a genial shadowing fo
Page 71 and 72: went, and took Scrooge with him, ho
Page 73 and 74: "Why, where's our Martha?" cried Bo
Page 75 and 76: excited by the two young Cratchits,
Page 77 and 78: "God bless us every one!" said Tiny
Page 79 and 80: very happy, I have no doubt!" The c
Page 81 and 82: that no one was at home to give the
Page 83 and 84: horny hands over the rough table at
Page 85 and 86: seemed made to be kissed--as no dou
Page 87 and 88: pleasanter companions than he can f
Page 89 and 90: pressing a certain ring upon her fi
Page 91 and 92: that way. "He has given us plenty o
Page 93 and 94: the Spirit's sorrowful reply. "Look
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save one outstretched hand. But for
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with their great gold seals; and so
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"How are you?" said one. "How are y
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Far in this den of infamous resort,
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"No, indeed!" said Mrs. Dilber and
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"Ah!" returned the woman, laughing
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which, though it was dumb, announce
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The Phantom spread its dark robe be
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"Let me see some tenderness connect
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grieved!" Bob was very cheerful wit
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"Only hear that, Peter," said Mrs.
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He paused to look round before ente
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may sponge away the writing on this
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The father of a long, long line of
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I'll give you a shilling. Come back
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"My dear sir," said Scrooge, quicke
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great array); for these young house
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"A merry Christmas, Bob!" said Scro
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