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approach, which he did. When they were within two paces of each other, Marley’s Ghost held up its hand, warning him to come no nearer. Scrooge stopped. Not so much in obedience, as in surprise and fear: for on the raising of the hand, he became sensible of confused noises in the air; incoherent sounds of lamentation and regret; wailings inexpressibly sorrowful and self-accusatory. The spectre, after listening for a moment, joined in the mournful dirge; and floated out upon the bleak, dark night. Scrooge followed to the window: desperate in his curiosity. He looked out. The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither and thither in restless haste, and moaning as they went. Every one of them wore chains like Marley’s Ghost; some few (they might be guilty governments) were linked together; none were free. Many had been personally known to Scrooge in their lives. He had been quite familiar with one old ghost, in a white waistcoat, with a monstrous iron safe attached to its ankle, who cried piteously at being unable to assist a wretched woman with an infant, whom it saw below, upon a door-step. The misery with them all was, clearly, that they sought to interfere, for good, in human matters, and had lost the power for ever. Whether these creatures faded into mist, or mist enshrouded them, he could not tell. But they and their spirit voices faded together; and the night became as it had been when he walked home. Scrooge closed the window, and examined the door by which the Ghost had entered. It was double-locked, as he 26 Sons and Lovers
had locked it with his own hands, and the bolts were undisturbed. He tried to say ‘Humbug!’ but stopped at the first syllable. And being, from the emotion he had undergone, or the fatigues of the day, or his glimpse of the Invisible World, or the dull conversation of the Ghost, or the lateness of the hour, much in need of repose; went straight to bed, without undressing, and fell asleep upon the instant. Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 27
Page 1 and 2: A Christmas Carol By Charles Dicken
Page 3 and 4: Stave 1: Marley’s Ghost M arley w
Page 5 and 6: wind that blew was bitterer than he
Page 7 and 8: you to be merry? What reason have y
Page 9 and 10: y Christmas. ‘Good afternoon!’
Page 11 and 12: ‘Under the impression that they s
Page 13 and 14: nose with a touch of such weather a
Page 15 and 16: in the city of London, even includi
Page 17 and 18: pan of gruel (Scrooge had a cold in
Page 19 and 20: It was long, and wound about him li
Page 21 and 22: ‘You see this toothpick?’ said
Page 23 and 24: It was a habit with Scrooge, whenev
Page 25: ‘Thank ‘ee!’ ‘You will be h
Page 29 and 30: he could make out was, that it was
Page 31 and 32: wore a tunic of the purest white, a
Page 33 and 34: hand, was not to be resisted. He ro
Page 35 and 36: hanging in it. It was a large house
Page 37 and 38: ‘but it’s too late now.’ ‘W
Page 39 and 40: time tied on to the top of the chai
Page 41 and 42: cleared away, or couldn’t have cl
Page 43 and 44: dance; advance and retire, both han
Page 45 and 46: in a mourning-dress: in whose eyes
Page 47 and 48: ‘You may — the memory of what i
Page 49 and 50: a fictitious turkey, glued on a woo
Page 51 and 52: Stave 3: The Second of the Three Sp
Page 53 and 54: and ceiling were so hung with livin
Page 55 and 56: the fire, the ruddy glow, the hour
Page 57 and 58: such glimpses. It was not alone tha
Page 59 and 60: ‘You would deprive them of their
Page 61 and 62: ‘Here’s Martha, mother.’ crie
Page 63 and 64: gravy (ready beforehand in a little
Page 65 and 66: and at Bob Cratchit’s elbow stood
Page 67 and 68: shadow on the party, which was not
Page 69 and 70: efore, dotting the dusky street wit
Page 71 and 72: low his breath to his companion of
Page 73 and 74: ‘Oh, I have.’ said Scrooge’s
Page 75 and 76: hands, without resorting to the sex
Page 77 and 78:
posed, elicited from him that he wa
Page 79 and 80:
‘To-night.’ cried Scrooge. ‘T
Page 81 and 82:
Stave 4: The Last of the Spirits T
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
Page 89 and 90:
other sixpence, if I was to be boil
Page 91 and 92:
He recoiled in terror, for the scen
Page 93 and 94:
tried, but in vain, to work with he
Page 95 and 96:
‘The colour hurts my eyes,’ she
Page 97 and 98:
‘Heartily sorry,’ he said,’ f
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worthy place. Walled in by houses;
Page 101 and 102:
Stave 5: The End of It Y es! and th
Page 103 and 104:
oy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps h
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the end of his nose off, he would h
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