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It
was
a
habit
with
Scrooge
,
whenever
he
became
thoughtful
,
to
put
his
hands
in
his
breeches
pockets
.
Pondering
on
what
the
Ghost
had
said
,
he
did
so
now
,
but
without
lifting
up
his
eyes
,
or
getting
off
his
knees
.
'
You
must
have
been
very
slow
about
it
,
Jacob
,
'
Scrooge
observed
,
in
a
business-like
manner
,
though
with
humility
and
deference
.
'
Slow
!
'
the
Ghost
repeated
.
'
Seven
years
dead
,
'
mused
Scrooge
.
'
And
travelling
all
the
time
!
'
'
The
whole
time
,
'
said
the
Ghost
.
'
No
rest
,
no
peace
.
Incessant
torture
of
remorse
.
'
'
You
travel
fast
?
'
said
Scrooge
.
'
On
the
wings
of
the
wind
,
'
replied
the
Ghost
.
'
You
might
have
got
over
a
great
quantity
of
ground
in
seven
years
,
'
said
Scrooge
.
The
Ghost
,
on
hearing
this
,
set
up
another
cry
,
and
clanked
its
chain
so
hideously
in
the
dead
silence
of
the
night
,
that
the
Ward
would
have
been
justified
in
indicting
it
for
a
nuisance
.
'
Oh
!
captive
,
bound
,
and
double-ironed
,
'
cried
the
phantom
,
'
not
to
know
,
that
ages
of
incessant
labour
,
by
immortal
creatures
,
for
this
earth
must
pass
into
eternity
before
the
good
of
which
it
is
susceptible
is
all
developed
.
