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sank again. The Spirit did not tarry here, but bade Scrooge hold his robe, and passing on above the moor, sped — whither. Not to sea. To sea. To Scrooge’s horror, looking back, he saw the last of the land, a frightful range of rocks, behind them; and his ears were deafened by the thundering of water, as it rolled and roared, and raged among the dreadful caverns it had worn, and fiercely tried to undermine the earth. Built upon a dismal reef of sunken rocks, some league or so from shore, on which the waters chafed and dashed, the wild year through, there stood a solitary lighthouse. Great heaps of sea-weed clung to its base, and storm-birds — born of the wind one might suppose, as sea-weed of the water — rose and fell about it, like the waves they skimmed. But even here, two men who watched the light had made a fire, that through the loophole in the thick stone wall shed out a ray of brightness on the awful sea. Joining their horny hands over the rough table at which they sat, they wished each other Merry Christmas in their can of grog; and one of them: the elder, too, with his face all damaged and scarred with hard weather, as the figure-head of an old ship might be: struck up a sturdy song that was like a Gale in itself. Again the Ghost sped on, above the black and heaving sea — on, on — until, being far away, as he told Scrooge, from any shore, they lighted on a ship. They stood beside the helmsman at the wheel, the look-out in the bow, the officers who had the watch; dark, ghostly figures in their several stations; but every man among them hummed a Christmas tune, or had a Christmas thought, or spoke be- 70 Sons and Lovers
low his breath to his companion of some bygone Christmas Day, with homeward hopes belonging to it. And every man on board, waking or sleeping, good or bad, had had a kinder word for another on that day than on any day in the year; and had shared to some extent in its festivities; and had remembered those he cared for at a distance, and had known that they delighted to remember him. It was a great surprise to Scrooge, while listening to the moaning of the wind, and thinking what a solemn thing it was to move on through the lonely darkness over an unknown abyss, whose depths were secrets as profound as Death: it was a great surprise to Scrooge, while thus engaged, to hear a hearty laugh. It was a much greater surprise to Scrooge to recognise it as his own nephew’s and to find himself in a bright, dry, gleaming room, with the Spirit standing smiling by his side, and looking at that same nephew with approving affability. ‘Ha, ha.’ laughed Scrooge’s nephew. ‘Ha, ha, ha.’ If you should happen, by any unlikely chance, to know a man more blest in a laugh than Scrooge’s nephew, all I can say is, I should like to know him too. Introduce him to me, and I’ll cultivate his acquaintance. It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things, that while there is infection in disease and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good-humour. When Scrooge’s nephew laughed in this way: holding his sides, rolling his head, and twisting his face into the most extravagant contortions: Scrooge’s niece, by marriage, laughed as heartily as he. And their assembled Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com 71
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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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Page 21 and 22: ‘You see this toothpick?’ said
Page 23 and 24: It was a habit with Scrooge, whenev
Page 25 and 26: ‘Thank ‘ee!’ ‘You will be h
Page 27 and 28: had locked it with his own hands, a
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
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Page 69: efore, dotting the dusky street wit
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
Page 99 and 100: 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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