A Christmas Carol
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his nephew left the room without an angry word. Notwithstanding, the Clark inventing Scrooges nephew out had led to other people in They were portly, gentleman pleasant to behold and now stood with their hats off in Scrooges office. They had books and papers in their hands and bowed to him. Scrooge and mall is, I believe, said one of the gentleman, referring to his list have high the pleasure of addressing Mr Scrooge or Mr Marley. Mr. Marley has been dead these seven years. He died seven years ago. This very night at this festive season of the year, Mr Scrooge said the gentleman taking up a pittance. It is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the poor and destitute who suffer greatly at the present time. Many thousands are in want of common necessaries. Hundreds of thousands are in want of common comforts, sir, Are there no prisons then to prison, but under the impression that they scare stiff fairness Christian jude of mind or body to the UN offending multitude off. Few of us are endeavoring to raise a fund to buy the poor, some meat and drink and means of warmth. We choose this time because it is a time of all others. When want is keenly felt and abundance rejoices. What should I put you down for? Nothing. You wish to remain anonymous? I wish to be left alone since you asked what I wish. Gentleman, that is my answer. I don't let myself married Christmas and I can't afford to make idle people merry. I hope to support the prisons in the workhouses. They cost enough and there was her badly off. Must go there. Many can't go there and many would rather die If they would rather die, they better do it and decrease The set Has population up Screwed went not carrying a button for its being very dark. Darkness is cheap and Scrooge liked it. But before he shut his heavy door he walked through his rooms to see that all was right. He had just enough recollection of the face to desire to do that sitting room, bedroom, lumber room or is there should be in every under the tea room living under the so far smaller fire in the grate, spoon and basil Ready And the little saucepan of grew screwed had a cold in his head upon the hab. Nobody under the bed, nobody in the closet. Nobody in his dressing gown, which was hanging up in a suspicious attitude against the war. Lumber rooms, your world for her guard, old shoes to fish, baskets washing stand on three legs and a poker. Quite satisfied, he closed his door and locked himself in, double locked himself in, which was not his custom. Thus secured against surprise, he took off his crib, all put on his dressing gown and slippers, and his night captain sat down before the very low fire to take his Greul as he threw his head back in the chair. His glance happened to rest upon a bill, a disused bell that hung in the room and communicated for some purpose, now forgotten with the chamber in the highest story of the building. It was with great astonishment and with a strange, inexplicable dread that as he looked, he saw this bill begin to swing. Soon it rang out loudly, and so did every bell in the house. This was succeeded by a clanking noise dupe down below, as if some person would dragging a heavy chain over the costs in the wine merchant's cellar. Then he heard the noise much louder on the floors below, then coming up the stairs, then coming straight towards his door. It came on through the heavy door, and a spectre passed into the room before his eyes, and upon its coming in, the dying flame leaped up as though it cried. I know him. Marley's ghost, the same face, the very same Molly in his pigtail. Usual waistcoat, tight boots. His body was transparent so that Scrooge observing him, looking through his waste, we could see the two buttons on his coat behind. Scrooge had often heard it said that Marley had no bowels, but he'd never believed it until now. No, nor did he believe it. Even now, though, he looked the Phantom through and through and saw it standing before him. Though he felt the chilling influence and its death cold eyes and noticed the very texture of the folded kerchief around about his head and chin. He was still incredulous. Now, now said screwed, caustic and cold as ever. What do you want with me? Mark Marley's voice, No doubt about it. Who are you? Ask me who I Waas. Who were you then? In life? I was your partner. Jacob Marley. Can you Can you sit down? I can. What do you do it, then? Off Marley's ghost. Screw just the question because he didn't know whether a ghost so transparent might find himself in a condition to take a chair and felt that in the event of its being impossible, it might involve the necessity of an embarrassing explanation. But the ghost sat down on the opposite side and fireplaces. If you were quite used to it, you don't believe in May. I don't. What evidence would you have of more reality beyond that of your senses? I don't know. Why do you doubt your sentences? Because a little thing and fix the miss like to solve of the stomach makes them cheat. You might be an undigested bit beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato. But there's more of gravy than of grave about you. Whatever you are