A Christmas Carol in Prose: Being a Ghost Story of ChristmasRoutledge, 1885 - 254 sivua |
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A Christmas Carol in Prose: Being a Ghost Story of Christmas Charles Dickens Rajoitettu esikatselu - 1944 |
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asked Scrooge believe bell bless Bob Cratchit bright Camden Town cheerful child CHRISTMAS CAROL Christmas Day clerk cold cried Bob cried Scrooge curtains dark dead dear delight Dilber dinner door dress Ebenezer Ebenezer Scrooge eyes face father fire Fred gentleman Ghost of Christmas girl goose Hallo happy head hear heard heart heartily sorry hope Humbug Jacob Marley kind knocker laughed light little Bob Marley's Ghost Martha Master Peter merry Christmas never night observed old Fezziwig old Joe Phantom plump sister poor pudding replied the Ghost returned Robin Crusoe round Scrooge knew Scrooge looked Scrooge's nephew Scrooge's niece shadows snow spectre stood stopped streets Suppose There's thing thought THREE SPIRITS Tiny Tiny Tim told Topper trembling Turkey turned Uncle Scrooge voice waistcoat walked window woman word young Cratchits
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Sivu 11 - Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to.
Sivu 22 - ... to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good ; and I say, God bless it !" The clerk in the tank involuntarily applauded.
Sivu 24 - Because you fell in love!" growled Scrooge, as if that were the only one thing in the world more ridiculous than a merry Christmas. "Good afternoon." "Nay, uncle, but you never came to see me before that happened. Why give it as a reason for not coming now?
Sivu 22 - ... as a good time : a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time : the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely...
Sivu 11 - Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail. Mind! I don't mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of iron-mongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country's done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marlcy was as dead as a doornail.
Sivu 181 - They are Man's," said the Spirit, looking down upon them. "And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!
Sivu 186 - I fear you more than any spectre I have seen. But as I know your purpose is to do me good, and as I hope to live to be another man from what I was, I am prepared to bear you company, and do it with a thankful heart. Will you not speak to me?
Sivu 148 - "Oh no, kind Spirit f say he will be spared." "If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, none other of my race," returned the Ghost, " will find him here. What then ? If he be like to die, he had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.
Sivu 20 - Merry Christmas! What right have you to be merry? What reason have you to be merry? You're poor enough." "Come, then," returned the nephew gaily. "What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be morose? You're rich enough." Scrooge having no better answer ready on the spur of the moment, said "Bah!" again, and followed it up with "humbug!" "Don't be cross, uncle!" said the nephew. "What else can I be," returned the uncle, "when I live in such a world of fools as this?
Sivu 144 - ... forth, one murmur of delight arose all round the board, and even Tiny Tim, excited by the two young Cratchits, beat on the table with the handle of his knife, and feebly cried, Hurrah!