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To
his
great
astonishment
the
heavy
bell
went
on
from
six
to
seven
,
and
from
seven
to
eight
,
and
regularly
up
to
twelve
;
then
stopped
.
Twelve
.
It
was
past
two
when
he
went
to
bed
.
The
clock
was
wrong
.
An
icicle
must
have
got
into
the
works
.
Twelve
.
He
touched
the
spring
of
his
repeater
,
to
correct
this
most
preposterous
clock
.
Its
rapid
little
pulse
beat
twelve
:
and
stopped
.
'
Why
,
it
is
n't
possible
,
'
said
Scrooge
,
'
that
I
can
have
slept
through
a
whole
day
and
far
into
another
night
.
It
is
n't
possible
that
anything
has
happened
to
the
sun
,
and
this
is
twelve
at
noon
.
'
The
idea
being
an
alarming
one
,
he
scrambled
out
of
bed
,
and
groped
his
way
to
the
window
.
He
was
obliged
to
rub
the
frost
off
with
the
sleeve
of
his
dressing-gown
before
he
could
see
anything
;
and
could
see
very
little
then
.
All
he
could
make
out
was
,
that
it
was
still
very
foggy
and
extremely
cold
,
and
that
there
was
no
noise
of
people
running
to
and
fro
,
and
making
a
great
stir
,
as
there
unquestionably
would
have
been
if
night
had
beaten
off
bright
day
,
and
taken
possession
of
the
world
.
This
was
a
great
relief
,
because
"
Three
days
after
sight
of
this
First
of
Exchange
pay
to
Mr.
Ebenezer
Scrooge
on
his
order
,
"
and
so
forth
,
would
have
become
a
mere
United
States
security
if
there
were
no
days
to
count
by
.
Scrooge
went
to
bed
again
,
and
thought
,
and
thought
,
and
thought
it
over
and
over
,
and
could
make
nothing
of
it
.
The
more
he
thought
,
the
more
perplexed
he
was
;
and
,
the
more
he
endeavoured
not
to
think
,
the
more
he
thought
.
Marley
's
Ghost
bothered
him
exceedingly
.
Every
time
he
resolved
within
himself
,
after
mature
inquiry
,
that
it
was
all
a
dream
,
his
mind
flew
back
again
,
like
a
strong
spring
released
,
to
its
first
position
,
and
presented
the
same
problem
to
be
worked
all
through
,
"
Was
it
a
dream
or
not
?
"
Scrooge
lay
in
this
state
until
the
chime
had
gone
three-quarters
more
,
when
he
remembered
,
on
a
sudden
,
that
the
Ghost
had
warned
him
of
a
visitation
when
the
bell
tolled
one
.
He
resolved
to
lie
awake
until
the
hour
was
passed
;
and
,
considering
that
he
could
no
more
go
to
sleep
than
go
to
heaven
,
this
was
,
perhaps
,
the
wisest
resolution
in
his
power
.
The
quarter
was
so
long
,
that
he
was
more
than
once
convinced
he
must
have
sunk
into
a
doze
unconsciously
,
and
missed
the
clock
.
At
length
it
broke
upon
his
listening
ear
.
'
Ding
,
dong
!
'
