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66 Spirit asked Scrooge bell bless Bob Cratchit bright Camden Town CHARLES DICKENS child CHRISTMAS CAROL Christmas Day Christmas Present clerk clock cloth cold cried Scrooge curtains dark dead dear Dilber dinner door Ebenezer Ebenezer Scrooge eyes face father fire Fred gentleman GEORGE CRUIKSHANK Ghost of Christmas girl goose Hallo happy head hear heard heart hope Humbug Jacob Marley JOHN LEECH knocker laughed light Marley's Ghost Martha Master Peter merry Christmas never night observed old Fezziwig old Joe parlour Phantom plump sister poor pudding replied the Ghost returned robe Robin Crusoe round Scrooge knew Scrooge looked Scrooge's nephew Scrooge's niece shadows snow spectre stood stopped streets There's thing thought Tiny Tiny Tim told Topper trembled Turkey turned Uncle Scrooge voice walked window woman wonder word young Cratchits
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Page 8 - Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmastime, when it has come round—apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can he apart from that—as a good time : a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant
Page 1 - MAULEY was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything
Page 17 - arrived. With an ill-will Scrooge dismounted from his stool, and tacitly admitted the fact to the expectant clerk in the Tank, -who instantly snuffed his candle out, and put on his hat. "You'll want all day to-morrow, I suppose?" said Scrooge. " If quite convenient, Sir." " It's not convenient," said Scrooge,
Page 60 - one to help them. When this result was brought about, old Fezziwig, clapping his hands to stop the dance, cried out, " Well done ! " and the fiddler plunged his hot face into a pot of porter, especially provided for that purpose. But scorning rest upon his reappearance,
Page 131 - not going to pick holes in each other's coats, I suppose ? " " No, indeed!" said Mrs. Dilber and the man together. " We should hope not." " Very well, then !" cried the woman. " That's enough. Who's the worse for the loss of a few things like these ? Not a dead man, I suppose." " No, indeed,
Page 99 - and the jug went round and round; and bye and bye they had a song, about a lost child travelling in the snow, from Tiny Tim; who had a plaintive little voice, and sang it very well indeed. There was nothing of high mark in this. They
Page 35 - em all at once, and have it over, Jacob ?'' hinted Scrooge. " Expect the second on the next night at the same hour. The third upon the next night when the last stroke of Twelve has ceased to vibrate. Look to see me no more; and look that, for your own sake,
Page 98 - My dear," was Bob's mild answer, " Christmas Day." " I'll drink his health for your sake and the Day's," said Mrs. Cratchit, " not for his. Long life to him! A merry Christmas and a happy new year ! He'll be very merry and very happy, I
Page 65 - This is the even-handed dealing of the world !" he said. " There is nothing on which it is so hard as poverty; and there is nothing it professes to condemn with such severity as the pursuit of wealth !" " You fear the world too much," she answered, gently. " All your other hopes have merged into;
Page 93 - his knife, and feebly cried Hurrah ! There never was such a goose. Bob said he didn't believe there ever was such a goose cooked. Its tenderness and flavour, size and cheapness, were the themes of universal admiration. Eked out by the apple-sauce and mashed potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family; indeed, as Mrs. Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one