Stave 3

Created by

Sienna Maisey

Cards (39)

He wished to challenge the spirit on the moment of its appearance
This ghostly light
A jolly giant, glorious to see; who bore a glowing touch
You have never seen the like of me before
More than eighteen hundred
Let me profit by it
Jovial and full of glee
to any kindly given. to a poor one most ... because it needs it most
kind, generous, hearty nature
dressed out but poorly in a twice-turned gown, but brave in ribbons
threadbare clothes
tiny tim, he bore a little crutch, and had his limbs supported by an iron frame
martha didnt like to see him disappointed if it were only in joke
bobs voice was tremulous ... and trembled more when he said that tiny tim was growing strong and hearty
dreaded that he might be taken from him
i see a vacant seat
if these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, the child will die
if he be like to die, he had better do it, and decrease the surplus population
ill give you mr scrooge, the founder of the feast
on which one drinks the heath of such an odious, stingy, hard, unfeeling man as Mr Scrooge
scrooge was the ogre of the family
scrooge to recognize it as his own nephew's
nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious a laughter
his wealth is of no use to him. he don't do any good with it
who suffers by his ill whims? Himself always
not much caring what they laughed at so that they laughed at any rate
it is good to be children sometimes
begged like a boy to be allowed to stay untill the guests departed
by poverty, and it was rich
my life upon this globe is very briefe
it might be a claw for the flesh there is upon it
scowling, wolfish
where graceful youth should have filled their features ... a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age , had pinched
devils lurked and glared out menacing
they are mans
this boy is ignorance. this girl is want
i see that written which is doom, unless the writing be erased
turrning on him for the last time with his own words. Are there no workhouses
beheld a solemn phantom, draped and hooded