Identifier: christmascarol00dick2 (find matches)
Title: A Christmas carol
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Coburn, Frederick Simpson
Subjects: Christmas stories Misers
Publisher: New York : Putnam
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ying then. *To whom will our debt be transferred ? I do nt know. But before that time we ^^ shall be ready with the money ; and even ^rl though we were not, it would be bad^f Xi^^^ fortune indeed to find so mercilessa creditor in his successor. We may sleep to-night with light hearts, Caroline ! Yes. Soften it as they would, their heartswere lighter. The childrens faces, hushed,and clustered round to hear what they solittle understood, were brighter ; and it wasa happier house for this mans death ! Theonly emotion that the Ghost could show him,caused by the event, was one of pleasure. Let me see some tenderness connectedwith a death, said Scrooge ; or that darkchamber, Spirit, which we left just now, willbe for ever present to me. The Ghost conducted him through severalstreets familiar to his feet ; and as they wentalong, Scrooge looked here and there to findhimself, but nowhere was he to be seen.They entered poor Bob Cratchits house ; thedwelling he had visited before ; and found 134
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B Cbrlstmas Carol the mother and the children seated round the j^tire. ^\ Quiet. Very quiet. The noisy little Crat-chits were as still as statues in one corner,and sat looking up at Peter, who had a bookbefore hirn. The mother and her daughterswere engaged in sewing. But surely theywere very quiet ! And He took a child, and set him in themidst of them. Where had Scrooge heard those words ? Hehad not dreamed them. The boy must haveread them out, as he and the Spirit crossedthe threshold. Why did he not go on ) The mother laid her work upon the table,and put her hand up .to her face. The colour hurts my eyes, she said. The colour ) Ah, poor Tiny Tim ! Theyre better now again, said Crat-chits wife. It makes them weak by can-dlelight ; and 1 would nt show weak eyes toyour father when he comes home, for theworld. It must be near his time. ** Past it rather, Peter answered, shuttingup his book. But 1 think hes walked alittle slower than he used, these few lastevenings, mother. 135 B Cbrlstm

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