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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was very large. It is also afact, that Scrooge had seen it, night and morn-ing, during his whole residence in that place ;also that Scrooge had as little of what is calledfancy about him as any man in the City ofLondon, even including—which is a boldword — the corporation, aldermen, and livery.Let it also be borne in mind that Scrooge hadnot bestowed one thought on Marley, sincehis last mention of his seven-years dead part-ner that afternoon. And then let any manexplain to me, if he can, how it happenedthat Scrooge, having his key in the lock ofthe door, saw in the knocker, without itsundergoing any intermediate process ofchange : not a knocker, but Marleys face. Marleys face. It was not in impenetrableshadow as the other objects in the yard were,but had a dismal light about it, like a badlobster in a dark cellar. It was not angry orferocious, but looked at Scrooge as Marleyused to look : with ghostly spectacles turnedup on its ghostly forehead. The hair was I9S H Cbristmas Carol
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curiously stirred, as if by breath or hot air;and, though the eyes were wide open, theywere perfectly motionless. That, and itslivid colour, made it horrible ; but its horrorseemed to be in spite of the face and beyondits control, rather than a part of its ownexpression. As Scrooge looked fixedly at this phenome-non, it was a knocker again. To say that he was not startled, or that his :iH^ blood was not conscious of a terrible sen- sation to which it had been a stranger from infancy, would be untrue. But he put his hand upon the key he had relinquished, turned it sturdily, walked in, and lighted his candle. He did pause, with a moments irresolution,before he shut the door ; and he did lookcautiously behind it first, as if he half-expectedto be terrified with the sight of Marleys pig-tail sticking out into the hall. But there wasnothing on the back of the door, except thescrews and nuts that held the knocker on ; sohe said * Pooh, pooh ! and closed it with abang. The sound resounded th

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