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It
was
his
own
room
.
There
was
no
doubt
about
that
.
But
it
had
undergone
a
surprising
transformation
.
The
walls
and
ceiling
were
so
hung
with
living
green
,
that
it
looked
a
perfect
grove
;
from
every
part
of
which
,
bright
gleaming
berries
glistened
.
The
crisp
leaves
of
holly
,
mistletoe
,
and
ivy
reflected
back
the
light
,
as
if
so
many
little
mirrors
had
been
scattered
there
;
and
such
a
mighty
blaze
went
roaring
up
the
chimney
,
as
that
dull
petrification
of
a
hearth
had
never
known
in
Scrooge
's
time
,
or
Marley
's
,
or
for
many
and
many
a
winter
season
gone
.
Heaped
up
on
the
floor
,
to
form
a
kind
of
throne
,
were
turkeys
,
geese
,
game
,
poultry
,
brawn
,
great
joints
of
meat
,
sucking-pigs
,
long
wreaths
of
sausages
,
mince-pies
,
plum-puddings
,
barrels
of
oysters
,
red-hot
chestnuts
,
cherry-cheeked
apples
,
juicy
oranges
,
luscious
pears
,
immense
twelfth-cakes
,
and
seething
bowls
of
punch
,
that
made
the
chamber
dim
with
their
delicious
steam
.
In
easy
state
upon
this
couch
,
there
sat
a
jolly
Giant
,
glorious
to
see
,
who
bore
a
glowing
torch
,
in
shape
not
unlike
Plenty
's
horn
,
and
held
it
up
,
high
up
,
to
shed
its
light
on
Scrooge
,
as
he
came
peeping
round
the
door
.
'
Come
in
!
'
exclaimed
the
Ghost
.
'
Come
in
,
and
know
me
better
,
man
.
'
Scrooge
entered
timidly
,
and
hung
his
head
before
this
Spirit
.
He
was
not
the
dogged
Scrooge
he
had
been
;
and
though
the
Spirit
's
eyes
were
clear
and
kind
,
he
did
not
like
to
meet
them
.
'
I
am
the
Ghost
of
Christmas
Present
,
'
said
the
Spirit
.
'
Look
upon
me
.
'
Scrooge
reverently
did
so
.
It
was
clothed
in
one
simple
green
robe
,
or
mantle
,
bordered
with
white
fur
.
This
garment
hung
so
loosely
on
the
figure
,
that
its
capacious
breast
was
bare
,
as
if
disdaining
to
be
warded
or
concealed
by
any
artifice
.
Its
feet
,
observable
beneath
the
ample
folds
of
the
garment
,
were
also
bare
;
and
on
its
head
it
wore
no
other
covering
than
a
holly
wreath
,
set
here
and
there
with
shining
icicles
.
Its
dark
brown
curls
were
long
and
free
;
free
as
its
genial
face
,
its
sparkling
eye
,
its
open
hand
,
its
cheery
voice
,
its
unconstrained
demeanour
,
and
its
joyful
air
.
Girded
round
its
middle
was
an
antique
scabbard
;
but
no
sword
was
in
it
,
and
the
ancient
sheath
was
eaten
up
with
rust
.
'
You
have
never
seen
the
like
of
me
before
?
'
exclaimed
the
Spirit
.
'
Never
,
'
Scrooge
made
answer
to
it
.
'
Have
never
walked
forth
with
the
younger
members
of
my
family
;
meaning
(
for
I
am
very
young
)
my
elder
brothers
born
in
these
later
years
?
'
pursued
the
Phantom
.
