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as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to everybody. A happy New Year to all the world. Hallo here. Whoop. Hallo.’ He had frisked into the sitting-room, and was now standing there: perfectly winded. ‘There’s the saucepan that the gruel was in.’ cried Scrooge, starting off again, and going round the fireplace. ‘There’s the door, by which the Ghost of Jacob Marley entered. There’s the corner where the Ghost of Christmas Present, sat. There’s the window where I saw the wandering Spirits. It’s all right, it’s all true, it all happened. Ha ha ha.’ Really, for a man who had been out of practice for so many years, it was a splendid laugh, a most illustrious laugh. The father of a long, long line of brilliant laughs. ‘I don’t know what day of the month it is.’ said Scrooge. ‘I don’t know how long I’ve been among the Spirits. I don’t know anything. I’m quite a baby. Never mind. I don’t care. I’d rather be a baby. Hallo. Whoop. Hallo here.’ He was checked in his transports by the churches ringing out the lustiest peals he had ever heard. Clash, clang, hammer; ding, dong, bell. Bell, dong, ding; hammer, clang, clash. Oh, glorious, glorious. Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his head. No fog, no mist; clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold; cold, piping for the blood to dance to; Golden sunlight; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells. Oh, glorious. Glorious. ‘What’s to-day.’ cried Scrooge, calling downward to a 102 Sons and Lovers
oy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look about him. ‘Eh.’ returned the boy, with all his might of wonder. ‘What’s to-day, my fine fellow.’ said Scrooge. ‘To-day.’ replied the boy. ‘Why, Christmas Day.’ ‘It’s Christmas Day.’ said Scrooge to himself. ‘I haven’t missed it. The Spirits have done it all in one night. They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they can. Hallo, my fine fellow.’ ‘Hallo.’ returned the boy. ‘Do you know the Poulterer’s, in the next street but one, at the corner.’ Scrooge inquired. ‘I should hope I did,’ replied the lad. ‘An intelligent boy.’ said Scrooge. ‘A remarkable boy. Do you know whether they’ve sold the prize Turkey that was hanging up there — Not the little prize Turkey: the big one.’ ‘What, the one as big as me.’ returned the boy. ‘What a delightful boy.’ said Scrooge. ‘It’s a pleasure to talk to him. Yes, my buck.’ ‘It’s hanging there now,’ replied the boy. ‘Is it.’ said Scrooge. ‘Go and buy it.’ ‘Walk-er.’ exclaimed the boy. ‘No, no,’ said Scrooge, ‘I am in earnest. Go and buy it, and tell them to bring it here, that I may give them the direction where to take it. Come back with the man, and I’ll give you a shilling. Come back with him in less than five minutes and I’ll give you half-a-crown.’ The boy was off like a shot. He must have had a steady Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 103
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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
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a fictitious turkey, glued on a woo
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