scrooge had a very small fire, but the clerks fire was so very much smaller that it looked like one coal
no warmth could warm,no wintry weather could chill him
are there no prisons...and the union workhouses
a dismal little cell
the clerk out on his white comforter and tried to warm himself at the candle
I can't afford to make idle people merry
god bless us everyone
scrooge was his sole executor his sole administrator his sole residuary legatee his sole friend and sole mourner
mrs cracthit made the gravy...master Peter mashed the potatoes...miss Belinda sweetened up the apple sauce
I am not the man iw as
I am as light as a feather,i am was happy as an angel,i am as merry as a schoolboy I am as giddy as a drunken man
every idiot who goes out with merry Christmas on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding and burried with a stake of holly through his heart
he tried to say'humbug'but stopped at the first syllable
no no...oh kind spirit say he will be spared
for a man that had been out of practice for so many years it was a splendid laugh,a most illustrious laugh.the father of longlong line of brilliant laughs
my little little child-cried bob- my littlechild!
past:from the crown of its head there sprung a bright clear jet of light
fan:often kissing him,adressed him as her 'dear dear brother'
belle:another idol displaced me...a golden one
scrooge was the ogre of the family.the mention of his name cast a dark shadow on the party
fred:i am sorry for him I couldn't be angry with him if I tried