Scrooge was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend and sole mourner.
A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner!
Hard and sharp as a flint.
Solitary as an oyster.
The cold within him froze his old features.
Cold, bleak, biting weather; foggy withal.
Dismal little cell.
The clerk's fire looked like one coal.
A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!
What reason have you to be merry? You're poor enough.
What reason have you to be morose? You're rich enough.
Every idiot who goes about with "Merry Christmas" on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart.
I have always thought of Christmastime ... as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time. [The poor are] not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.
Because I fell in love.
If they would rather die, they had better do it and decrease the surplus population.
Meanwhile the fog and darkness thickened so.
His melancholy dinner in his usual melancholy tavern.
Cash-boxes, keys, padlocks, ledgers, deeds, and heavy purses.
I wear the chainI forged in life.
It is a ponderous chain.
Mankind was my business.
Twelve! The clock was wrong. Twelve!
Like a child: yet not so like a child as like an old man.
Wore a tunic of purest white.
Dress trimmed with summer flowers.
From the crown of its head there sprang a bright clear jet of light.
The figure itself fluctuated in its distinctness.
The voice was soft and gentle.
These are the shadows of the things that have been, they have no consciousness of us.
A solitary child, neglected by his friends, is left there still.
Scrooge said he knew it. And he sobbed.
It opened before them, and disclosed a long, bare, melancholy room, made barer still by lines of plain deal forms and desks.
A lonely boy was reading near a feeble fire.
Laughing and crying.
I have come to bring you home, dear brother!
Dear, dear brother!
Father is so much kinder than he used to be.
Laughed all over himself from his shoes to his organ of benevolence; and called out, in a comfortable, oily, rich, fat, jovial voice.
Fuel was heaped upon the fire.
In they all came, one after another; some shyly, some boldly, some gracefully, some awkwardly, some pushing, some pulling; in they all came, anyhow and every how.