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He
was
not
reading
now
,
but
walking
up
and
down
despairingly
.
Scrooge
looked
at
the
Ghost
,
and
with
a
mournful
shaking
of
his
head
,
glanced
anxiously
towards
the
door
.
It
opened
;
and
a
little
girl
,
much
younger
than
the
boy
,
came
darting
in
,
and
putting
her
arms
about
his
neck
,
and
often
kissing
him
,
addressed
him
as
her
'
Dear
,
dear
brother
!
'
'
I
have
come
to
bring
you
home
,
dear
brother
!
'
said
the
child
,
clapping
her
tiny
hands
,
and
bending
down
to
laugh
.
'
To
bring
you
home
,
home
,
home
!
'
'
Home
,
little
Fan
?
'
returned
the
boy
.
'
Yes
,
'
said
the
child
,
brimful
of
glee
.
'
Home
,
for
good
and
all
!
Home
,
for
ever
and
ever
.
Father
is
so
much
kinder
than
he
used
to
be
,
that
home
's
like
Heaven
.
He
spoke
so
gently
to
me
one
dear
night
when
I
was
going
to
bed
,
that
I
was
not
afraid
to
ask
him
once
more
if
you
might
come
home
;
and
he
said
Yes
,
you
should
;
and
sent
me
in
a
coach
to
bring
you
.
And
you
're
to
be
a
man
!
'
said
the
child
,
opening
her
eyes
,
'
and
are
never
to
come
back
here
;
but
first
,
we
're
to
be
together
all
the
Christmas
long
,
and
have
the
merriest
time
in
all
the
world
!
'
'
You
are
quite
a
woman
,
little
Fan
!
'
exclaimed
the
boy
.
She
clapped
her
hands
and
laughed
,
and
tried
to
touch
his
head
;
but
being
too
little
,
laughed
again
,
and
stood
on
tiptoe
to
embrace
him
.
Then
she
began
to
drag
him
,
in
her
childish
eagerness
,
towards
the
door
;
and
he
,
nothing
loth
to
go
,
accompanied
her
.
A
terrible
voice
in
the
hall
cried
.
'
Bring
down
Master
Scrooge
's
box
,
there
!
'
and
in
the
hall
appeared
the
schoolmaster
himself
,
who
glared
on
Master
Scrooge
with
a
ferocious
condescension
,
and
threw
him
into
a
dreadful
state
of
mind
by
shaking
hands
with
him
.
He
then
conveyed
him
and
his
sister
into
the
veriest
old
well
of
a
shivering
best-parlour
that
ever
was
seen
,
where
the
maps
upon
the
wall
,
and
the
celestial
and
terrestrial
globes
in
the
windows
,
were
waxy
with
cold
.
Here
he
produced
a
decanter
of
curiously
light
wine
,
and
a
block
of
curiously
heavy
cake
,
and
administered
installments
of
those
dainties
to
the
young
people
:
at
the
same
time
,
sending
out
a
meagre
servant
to
offer
a
glass
of
something
to
the
postboy
,
who
answered
that
he
thanked
the
gentleman
,
but
if
it
was
the
same
tap
as
he
had
tasted
before
,
he
had
rather
not
.
