A Christmas Carol and Boots at the Holly Tree InnTicknor and Fields, 1868 - 70 pages |
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afternoon Barnaby Rudge Bleak House bless Bob Cratchit Bob's Boots chance and hope CHARLES DICKENS child Christmas day clerk Cobbs cold coming cried dance dead dear dinner Dombey and Son door dress eyes face father fellow fire Fred gentleman Ghost of Christmas goose growled half Hallo hand happy Harry Walmers head hear heart HOLLY-TREE Jacob Marley joke Junior keep kiss lady laughed Little Dorrit live looked Love Lane Marley Marley's married Martha Martin Chuzzlewit mas day Master Harry Master Peter merry Christmas morning Morocco Cloth ness never night Norah old Fezziwig Phantom Pickwick Papers Pictures from Italy plump sister pony poor pudding round says Scrooge Scrooge's nephew Scrooge's niece Sketches by Boz STAVE stood thing TICKNOR AND FIELDS Tiny Tiny Tim to-morrow took top couple Topper uncle Uncle Scrooge vols walked young Cratchits
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Page 32 - Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs Cratchit since their marriage.
Page 7 - ... 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!
Page 8 - I am sorry, with all my heart, to find you so resolute". We have never had any quarrel, to which I have been a party. But I have made the trial in homage to Christmas, and I'll keep my Christmas humor to the last. So A Merry Christmas, uncle!
Page 15 - I must. But why do spirits walk the earth, and why do they come to me?' 'It is required of every man,' the Ghost returned, 'that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellow-men, and travel far and wide; and if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death. It is doomed to wander through the world— oh, woe is me!— and witness what it cannot share, but might have shared on earth, and turned to happiness!' Again the spectre raised a cry, and shook its chain...
Page 33 - At last the dinner was all done, the cloth was cleared, the hearth swept, and the fire made up. The compound in the jug being tasted, and considered perfect, apples and oranges were put upon the table, and a shovel-full of chestnuts on the fire.
Page 33 - A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!" Which all the family reechoed. "God bless us, every one!" said Tiny Tim, the last of all. He sat very close to his father's side upon his little stool. Bob held his withered little hand in his, as if he loved the child, and wished to keep him by his side, and dreaded that he might be taken from him. "Spirit," said Scrooge, with an interest he had never felt before, "tell me if Tiny Tim will live.
Page 30 - Not coming upon Christmas Day!" Martha didn't like to see him disappointed, if it were only in joke; so she came out prematurely from behind the closet door, and ran into his arms, while the two young Cratchits hustled Tiny Tim, and bore him off into the wash-house, that he might hear the pudding singing in the copper. "And how did little Tim behave?" asked Mrs. Cratchit, when she had rallied Bob on his credulity and Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart's content. '•M "As good as gold,
Page 30 - and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day who made lame beggars walk and blind men see.
Page 28 - Then up rose Mrs. Cratchit, Cratchit's wife, dressed out but poorly in a twice-turned gown, but brave in ribbons, which are cheap and make a goodly show for sixpence; and she laid the cloth, assisted by Belinda Cratchit, second of her daughters, also brave in ribbons; while Master Peter Cratchit plunged a fork into the saucepan...
Page 5 - The door of Scrooge's counting-house was open, that he might keep his eye upon his clerk, who in a dismal little cell beyond, a sort of tank, was copying letters. Scrooge had a very small fire, but the clerk's fire was so very much smaller that it looked like one coal.