“A merry Christmas, Bob!” said Scrooge with an earnestness that could not be mistaken, as he clapped him on the back. “A merrier Christmas, Bob, my good fellow, than I have given you for many a year! I’ll raise your salary, and endeavour to assist your struggling family, and we will discuss your affairs this very afternoon, over a Christmas bowl of smoking bishop, Bob! Make up the fires and buy another coal-scuttle before you dot another i, Bob Cratchit!”
Charles Dickens. A Christmas Carol
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Previously:
- …about to raise your salary!
- …as if he were trying to overtake nine o’clock.
- But he was early at the office next morning.
- It’s I. Your Uncle Scrooge.
- Scrooge looked so irresistibly pleasant…
- It was a turkey!
- The Spirits have done it all in one night.
- I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!
- …may sponge away the writing on this stone!
- …the shadows of the things that Will be…
- …this first parting there was among us…
- The only emotion that the Ghost could show him, caused by the event, was one of pleasure.
- The case of this unhappy man might be my own
- Are there no prisons?
- 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.