‘It was a strange figure – like a child: yet not so like a child as like an old man.
‘From the crown of its head theresprung a bright clear jet of light.’
‘He was conscious of a thousand odours floating in the air, each oneconnected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares long, long forgotten!’
‘”The school is not quite deserted… A solitary child, neglected by his friends, is left there still.”’
‘Scrooge… wept to see his poor forgotten self as he used to be.’
‘”There was a boy singing a Christmas carol at my door last night. I should like to have given him something: that’s all.”’
‘”Father is so much kinder than heused to be, that home’s like Heaven!’
‘”He has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make out service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil.”’ (Scrooge talking about Fezziwig)