“Have they no refuge or resource?” cried Scrooge.
“Are there no prisons?” said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. “Are there no workhouses?”
The bell struck Twelve.
Charles Dickens. A Christmas Carol
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Previously:
- The boy is Ignorance. The girl is Want.
- …and taught Scrooge his precepts
- His offenses carry their own punishment
- There was nothing of high mark in this.
- Bob Cratchit’s house
- Come in and know me better man!
- …shadows of the things that have been.
- What Idol has displaced you?
- He has the power to render us happy or unhappy…
- …tuned like fifty stomachaches.
- It’s old Fezziwig alive again!
- Too much getting up by candlelight…
- The school is not quite deserted…
- “What”, exclaimed the Ghost…
- The First Ghost
- Mankind was my business…
- Speak comfort to me
- It is a ponderous chain!
- There’s more of gravy than of grave about you…
- Ask me who I was…
- The chain Marley drew…
- …double locked himself in…
- Darkness is cheap…
- Marley’s Face
- He lived in chambers…
- …even more congenial frost.
- …decrease the surplus population…
- …open their shut-up hearts freely…
- Boiled with his own pudding…
- …not being a man of strong imagination, he failed…
- Even the blind men’s dogs
- A tight-fisted hand at the grindstone
- Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.