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'
A
quarter
past
,
'
said
Scrooge
,
counting
.
'
Ding
,
dong
!
'
'
Half
past
,
'
said
Scrooge
.
'
Ding
,
dong
!
'
'
A
quarter
to
it
,
'
said
Scrooge
.
'
Ding
,
dong
!
'
'
The
hour
itself
,
'
said
Scrooge
triumphantly
,
'
and
nothing
else
!
'
He
spoke
before
the
hour
bell
sounded
,
which
it
now
did
with
a
deep
,
dull
,
hollow
,
melancholy
ONE
.
Light
flashed
up
in
the
room
upon
the
instant
,
and
the
curtains
of
his
bed
were
drawn
.
The
curtains
of
his
bed
were
drawn
aside
,
I
tell
you
,
by
a
hand
.
Not
the
curtains
at
his
feet
,
nor
the
curtains
at
his
back
,
but
those
to
which
his
face
was
addressed
.
The
curtains
of
his
bed
were
drawn
aside
;
and
Scrooge
,
starting
up
into
a
half-recumbent
attitude
,
found
himself
face
to
face
with
the
unearthly
visitor
who
drew
them
:
as
close
to
it
as
I
am
now
to
you
,
and
I
am
standing
in
the
spirit
at
your
elbow
.
