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Every
movable
was
packed
off
,
as
if
it
were
dismissed
from
public
life
for
evermore
;
the
floor
was
swept
and
watered
,
the
lamps
were
trimmed
,
fuel
was
heaped
upon
the
fire
;
and
the
warehouse
was
as
snug
,
and
warm
,
and
dry
,
and
bright
a
ball-room
,
as
you
would
desire
to
see
upon
a
winter
's
night
.
In
came
a
fiddler
with
a
music-book
,
and
went
up
to
the
lofty
desk
,
and
made
an
orchestra
of
it
,
and
tuned
like
fifty
stomach-aches
.
In
came
Mrs
Fezziwig
,
one
vast
substantial
smile
.
In
came
the
three
Miss
Fezziwigs
,
beaming
and
lovable
.
In
came
the
six
young
followers
whose
hearts
they
broke
.
In
came
all
the
young
men
and
women
employed
in
the
business
.
In
came
the
housemaid
,
with
her
cousin
,
the
baker
.
In
came
the
cook
,
with
her
brother
's
particular
friend
,
the
milkman
.
In
came
the
boy
from
over
the
way
,
who
was
suspected
of
not
having
board
enough
from
his
master
;
trying
to
hide
himself
behind
the
girl
from
next
door
but
one
,
who
was
proved
to
have
had
her
ears
pulled
by
her
mistress
.
In
they
all
came
,
one
after
another
;
some
shyly
,
some
boldly
,
some
gracefully
,
some
awkwardly
,
some
pushing
,
some
pulling
;
in
they
all
came
,
anyhow
and
everyhow
.
Away
they
all
went
,
twenty
couples
at
once
;
hands
half
round
and
back
again
the
other
way
;
down
the
middle
and
up
again
;
round
and
round
in
various
stages
of
affectionate
grouping
;
old
top
couple
always
turning
up
in
the
wrong
place
;
new
top
couple
starting
off
again
,
as
soon
as
they
got
there
;
all
top
couples
at
last
,
and
not
a
bottom
one
to
help
them
.
When
this
result
was
brought
about
,
old
Fezziwig
,
clapping
his
hands
to
stop
the
dance
,
cried
out
,
'
Well
done
!
'
and
the
fiddler
plunged
his
hot
face
into
a
pot
of
porter
,
especially
provided
for
that
purpose
.
But
scorning
rest
,
upon
his
reappearance
,
he
instantly
began
again
,
though
there
were
no
dancers
yet
,
as
if
the
other
fiddler
had
been
carried
home
,
exhausted
,
on
a
shutter
,
and
he
were
a
bran-new
man
resolved
to
beat
him
out
of
sight
,
or
perish
.
There
were
more
dances
,
and
there
were
forfeits
,
and
more
dances
,
and
there
was
cake
,
and
there
was
negus
,
and
there
was
a
great
piece
of
Cold
Roast
,
and
there
was
a
great
piece
of
Cold
Boiled
,
and
there
were
mince-pies
,
and
plenty
of
beer
.
But
the
great
effect
of
the
evening
came
after
the
Roast
and
Boiled
,
when
the
fiddler
(
an
artful
dog
,
mind
.
The
sort
of
man
who
knew
his
business
better
than
you
or
I
could
have
told
it
him
.
)
struck
up
'
Sir
Roger
de
Coverley
.
'
Then
old
Fezziwig
stood
out
to
dance
with
Mrs
Fezziwig
.
Top
couple
,
too
;
with
a
good
stiff
piece
of
work
cut
out
for
them
;
three
or
four
and
twenty
pair
of
partners
;
people
who
were
not
to
be
trifled
with
;
people
who
would
dance
,
and
had
no
notion
of
walking
.
But
if
they
had
been
twice
as
many
--
ah
,
four
times
--
old
Fezziwig
would
have
been
a
match
for
them
,
and
so
would
Mrs
Fezziwig
.
As
to
her
,
she
was
worthy
to
be
his
partner
in
every
sense
of
the
term
.
If
that
's
not
high
praise
,
tell
me
higher
,
and
I
'll
use
it
.
A
positive
light
appeared
to
issue
from
Fezziwig
's
calves
.
They
shone
in
every
part
of
the
dance
like
moons
.
You
could
n't
have
predicted
,
at
any
given
time
,
what
would
have
become
of
them
next
.
And
when
old
Fezziwig
and
Mrs
Fezziwig
had
gone
all
through
the
dance
;
advance
and
retire
,
both
hands
to
your
partner
,
bow
and
curtsey
,
corkscrew
,
thread-the-needle
,
and
back
again
to
your
place
;
Fezziwig
cut
--
cut
so
deftly
,
that
he
appeared
to
wink
with
his
legs
,
and
came
upon
his
feet
again
without
a
stagger
.
When
the
clock
struck
eleven
,
this
domestic
ball
broke
up
.
Mr
and
Mrs
Fezziwig
took
their
stations
,
one
on
either
side
of
the
door
,
and
shaking
hands
with
every
person
individually
as
he
or
she
went
out
,
wished
him
or
her
a
Merry
Christmas
.
When
everybody
had
retired
but
the
two
'
prentices
,
they
did
the
same
to
them
;
and
thus
the
cheerful
voices
died
away
,
and
the
lads
were
left
to
their
beds
;
which
were
under
a
counter
in
the
back-shop
.
During
the
whole
of
this
time
,
Scrooge
had
acted
like
a
man
out
of
his
wits
.
His
heart
and
soul
were
in
the
scene
,
and
with
his
former
self
.
He
corroborated
everything
,
remembered
everything
,
enjoyed
everything
,
and
underwent
the
strangest
agitation
.
It
was
not
until
now
,
when
the
bright
faces
of
his
former
self
and
Dick
were
turned
from
them
,
that
he
remembered
the
Ghost
,
and
became
conscious
that
it
was
looking
full
upon
him
,
while
the
light
upon
its
head
burnt
very
clear
.
'
A
small
matter
,
'
said
the
Ghost
,
'
to
make
these
silly
folks
so
full
of
gratitude
.
'
'
Small
,
'
echoed
Scrooge
.
