Ghost Story/Victorian Fiction: A Christmas Carol (American English)
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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the mention of Marley's funeral brings me back to the point I started from. There is no doubt that Marley was dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate. If we were not perfectly convinced that Hamlet's father died before the play began. There would be nothing more remarkable in his taking a stroll at night in an easterly wind upon his own ramparts, than there would be in any other middle aged gentleman rashly turning out after dark in a breezy spot, say ST paul's churchyard, for instance, literally, to astonish his son's weak mind. Scrooge never painted out old Marley's name. There it stood years afterwards, above the warehouse door, scrooge and Marley. The firm was known as scrooge and Marley. Sometimes people new to the business called scrooge scrooge, and sometimes Marley, but he answered to both names. It was all the same to him. But he was a tight fisted hand at the grindstone scrooge. A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire, Secret, and self contained and solitary as an oyster! The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek stiffened, his gait, made his eyes red, his thin lips blue, and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about with him. He iced his office in the dog days, and didn't thought one degree at christmas. External heat and cold had little influence on scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him, no wind that blew was bitter than he know. Falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty, foul weather, didn't know where to have him. The heaviest rain and snow and hail and sleet could boast of the advantage over him. In only one respect. They often came down handsomely, and scrooge never did.