A Christmas Carol: Wide margin annotation edition (Annotation Editions)

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Scrooge was very much dismayed to hear the spectre going on at this rate, and began to quake exceedingly. I told you these were shadows of the things that have been,’ said the Ghost. `That they are what they are, do not blame me.’ He turned it gently, and sidled his face in, round the door. They were looking at the table (which was spread out in great array); for these young housekeepers are always nervous on such points, and like to see that everything is right. They left the busy scene, and went into an obscure part of the town, where Scrooge had never penetrated before, although he recognised its situation, and its bad repute. The ways were foul and narrow; the shops and houses wretched; the people half-naked, drunken, slipshod, ugly. Alleys and archways, like so many cesspools, disgorged their offences of smell, and dirt, and life, upon the straggling streets; and the whole quarter reeked with crime, with filth, and misery. 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.’

A Code must be redeemed before the title it is linked to can be accessed. An unredeemed Code may be transferred to another person or organisation who can then redeem it. Business!’ cried the Ghost, wringing its hands again. `Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!’ The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither and thither in restless haste, and moaning as they went. Every one of them wore chains like Marley’s Ghost; some few (they might be guilty governments) were linked together; none were free. Many had been personally known to Scrooge in their lives . He had been quite familiar with one old ghost, in a white waistcoat, with a monstrous iron safe attached to its ankle , who cried piteously at being unable to assist a wretched woman with an infant, whom it saw below, upon a door-step . The misery with them all was, clearly, that they sought to interfere, for good, in human matters, and had lost the power for ever. I haven’t heard,’ said the man with the large chin , yawning again. `Left it to his company, perhaps. He hasn’t left it to me. That’s all I know.’ ii. You may use the Service and any titles for your own personal use, including but not limited to study, classroom teaching, lesson planning or in-school training.The Spirit dropped beneath it, so that the extinguisher covered its whole form; but though Scrooge pressed it down with all his force, he could not hide the light, which streamed from under it, in an unbroken flood upon the ground. You will be asked a question that asks you to analyse and write in detail about an aspect of A Christmas Carol Really, for a man who had been out of practice for so many years, it was a splendid laugh, a most illustrious laugh. The father of a long, long line of brilliant laughs. It’s likely to be a very cheap funeral,’ said the same speaker;’ for upon my life I don’t know of anybody to go to it. Suppose we make up a party and volunteer.’

The Ghost, on hearing this, set up another cry, and clanked its chain so hideously in the dead silence of the night, that the Ward would have been justified in indicting it for a nuisance.She hurried out to meet him; and little Bob in his comforter -- he had need of it, poor fellow -- came in. His tea was ready for him on the hob, and they all tried who should help him to it most. Then the two young Cratchits got upon his knees and laid, each child a little cheek, against his face, as if they said,’ Don’t mind it, father. Don’t be grieved.’ 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, you remember what has passed between us!’ A churchyard. Here, then, the wretched man whose name he had now to learn, lay underneath the ground. It was a worthy place. Walled in by houses; overrun by grass and weeds, the growth of vegetation’s death, not life; choked up with too much burying; fat with repleted appetite. A worthy place. Oh! I was afraid, from what you said at first, that something had occurred to stop them in their useful course ,’ said Scrooge. ` I’m very glad to hear it.’ Scrooge said that he would see him -- yes, indeed he did. He went the whole length of the expression, and said that he would see him in that extremity first.