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not the man I was. I will not be the man I must have been but for this intercourse. Why show me this, if I am past all hope.’ For the first time the hand appeared to shake. ‘Good Spirit,’ he pursued, as down upon the ground he fell before it:’ Your nature intercedes for me, and pities me. Assure me that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me, by an altered life.’ The kind hand trembled. ‘I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone.’ In his agony, he caught the spectral hand. It sought to free itself, but he was strong in his entreaty, and detained it. The Spirit, stronger yet, repulsed him. Holding up his hands in a last prayer to have his fate aye reversed, he saw an alteration in the Phantom’s hood and dress. It shrunk, collapsed, and dwindled down into a bedpost. 100 Sons and Lovers
Stave 5: The End of It Y es! and the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in! ‘I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future.’ Scrooge repeated, as he scrambled out of bed. ‘The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. Oh Jacob Marley. Heaven, and the Christmas Time be praised for this. I say it on my knees, old Jacob, on my knees.’ He was so fluttered and so glowing with his good intentions, that his broken voice would scarcely answer to his call. He had been sobbing violently in his conflict with the Spirit, and his face was wet with tears. ‘They are not torn down.’ cried Scrooge, folding one of his bed-curtains in his arms,’ they are not torn down, rings and all. They are here — I am here — the shadows of the things that would have been, may be dispelled. They will be. I know they will.’ His hands were busy with his garments all this time; turning them inside out, putting them on upside down, tearing them, mislaying them, making them parties to every kind of extravagance. ‘I don’t know what to do.’ cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath; and making a perfect Laocoon of himself with his stockings. ‘I am as light as a feather, I am Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 101
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A Christmas Carol By Charles Dicken
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Stave 1: Marley’s Ghost M arley w
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wind that blew was bitterer than he
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you to be merry? What reason have y
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y Christmas. ‘Good afternoon!’
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‘Under the impression that they s
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nose with a touch of such weather a
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in the city of London, even includi
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pan of gruel (Scrooge had a cold in
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It was long, and wound about him li
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‘You see this toothpick?’ said
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It was a habit with Scrooge, whenev
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‘Thank ‘ee!’ ‘You will be h
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had locked it with his own hands, a
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he could make out was, that it was
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wore a tunic of the purest white, a
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hand, was not to be resisted. He ro
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hanging in it. It was a large house
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‘but it’s too late now.’ ‘W
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time tied on to the top of the chai
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cleared away, or couldn’t have cl
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dance; advance and retire, both han
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in a mourning-dress: in whose eyes
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‘You may — the memory of what i
Page 49 and 50: a fictitious turkey, glued on a woo
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Page 57 and 58: such glimpses. It was not alone tha
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Page 73 and 74: ‘Oh, I have.’ said Scrooge’s
Page 75 and 76: hands, without resorting to the sex
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Page 83 and 84: groups, and looked at their watches
Page 85 and 86: purpose, he set himself to consider
Page 87 and 88: had entered first. ‘Let the laund
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Page 91 and 92: He recoiled in terror, for the scen
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