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'
I
do
n't
think
I
have
,
'
said
Scrooge
.
'
I
am
afraid
I
have
not
.
Have
you
had
many
brothers
,
Spirit
?
'
'
More
than
eighteen
hundred
,
'
said
the
Ghost
.
'
A
tremendous
family
to
provide
for
,
'
muttered
Scrooge
.
The
Ghost
of
Christmas
Present
rose
.
'
Spirit
,
'
said
Scrooge
submissively
,
'
conduct
me
where
you
will
.
I
went
forth
last
night
on
compulsion
,
and
I
learnt
a
lesson
which
is
working
now
.
To-night
,
if
you
have
aught
to
teach
me
,
let
me
profit
by
it
.
'
'
Touch
my
robe
.
'
Scrooge
did
as
he
was
told
,
and
held
it
fast
.
Holly
,
mistletoe
,
red
berries
,
ivy
,
turkeys
,
geese
,
game
,
poultry
,
brawn
,
meat
,
pigs
,
sausages
,
oysters
,
pies
,
puddings
,
fruit
,
and
punch
,
all
vanished
instantly
.
So
did
the
room
,
the
fire
,
the
ruddy
glow
,
the
hour
of
night
,
and
they
stood
in
the
city
streets
on
Christmas
morning
,
where
(
for
the
weather
was
severe
)
the
people
made
a
rough
,
but
brisk
and
not
unpleasant
kind
of
music
,
in
scraping
the
snow
from
the
pavement
in
front
of
their
dwellings
,
and
from
the
tops
of
their
houses
,
whence
it
was
mad
delight
to
the
boys
to
see
it
come
plumping
down
into
the
road
below
,
and
splitting
into
artificial
little
snow-storms
.
The
house
fronts
looked
black
enough
,
and
the
windows
blacker
,
contrasting
with
the
smooth
white
sheet
of
snow
upon
the
roofs
,
and
with
the
dirtier
snow
upon
the
ground
;
which
last
deposit
had
been
ploughed
up
in
deep
furrows
by
the
heavy
wheels
of
carts
and
waggons
;
furrows
that
crossed
and
recrossed
each
other
hundreds
of
times
where
the
great
streets
branched
off
;
and
made
intricate
channels
,
hard
to
trace
in
the
thick
yellow
mud
and
icy
water
.
The
sky
was
gloomy
,
and
the
shortest
streets
were
choked
up
with
a
dingy
mist
,
half
thawed
,
half
frozen
,
whose
heavier
particles
descended
in
a
shower
of
sooty
atoms
,
as
if
all
the
chimneys
in
Great
Britain
had
,
by
one
consent
,
caught
fire
,
and
were
blazing
away
to
their
dear
hearts
'
content
.
There
was
nothing
very
cheerful
in
the
climate
or
the
town
,
and
yet
was
there
an
air
of
cheerfulness
abroad
that
the
clearest
summer
air
and
brightest
summer
sun
might
have
endeavoured
to
diffuse
in
vain
.
