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'
There
are
some
upon
this
earth
of
yours
,
'
returned
the
Spirit
,
'
who
lay
claim
to
know
us
,
and
who
do
their
deeds
of
passion
,
pride
,
ill-will
,
hatred
,
envy
,
bigotry
,
and
selfishness
in
our
name
,
who
are
as
strange
to
us
and
all
our
kith
and
kin
,
as
if
they
had
never
lived
.
Remember
that
,
and
charge
their
doings
on
themselves
,
not
us
.
'
Scrooge
promised
that
he
would
;
and
they
went
on
,
invisible
,
as
they
had
been
before
,
into
the
suburbs
of
the
town
.
It
was
a
remarkable
quality
of
the
Ghost
(
which
Scrooge
had
observed
at
the
baker
's
)
,
that
notwithstanding
his
gigantic
size
,
he
could
accommodate
himself
to
any
place
with
ease
;
and
that
he
stood
beneath
a
low
roof
quite
as
gracefully
and
like
a
supernatural
creature
,
as
it
was
possible
he
could
have
done
in
any
lofty
hall
.
And
perhaps
it
was
the
pleasure
the
good
Spirit
had
in
showing
off
this
power
of
his
,
or
else
it
was
his
own
kind
,
generous
,
hearty
nature
,
and
his
sympathy
with
all
poor
men
,
that
led
him
straight
to
Scrooge
's
clerk
's
;
for
there
he
went
,
and
took
Scrooge
with
him
,
holding
to
his
robe
;
and
on
the
threshold
of
the
door
the
Spirit
smiled
,
and
stopped
to
bless
Bob
Cratchit
's
dwelling
with
the
sprinkling
of
his
torch
.
Think
of
that
.
Bob
had
but
fifteen
bob
a-week
himself
;
he
pocketed
on
Saturdays
but
fifteen
copies
of
his
Christian
name
;
and
yet
the
Ghost
of
Christmas
Present
blessed
his
four-roomed
house
.
Then
up
rose
Mrs
Cratchit
,
Cratchit
's
wife
,
dressed
out
but
poorly
in
a
twice-turned
gown
,
but
brave
in
ribbons
,
which
are
cheap
and
make
a
goodly
show
for
sixpence
;
and
she
laid
the
cloth
,
assisted
by
Belinda
Cratchit
,
second
of
her
daughters
,
also
brave
in
ribbons
;
while
Master
Peter
Cratchit
plunged
a
fork
into
the
saucepan
of
potatoes
,
and
getting
the
corners
of
his
monstrous
shirt
collar
(
Bob
's
private
property
,
conferred
upon
his
son
and
heir
in
honour
of
the
day
)
into
his
mouth
,
rejoiced
to
find
himself
so
gallantly
attired
,
and
yearned
to
show
his
linen
in
the
fashionable
Parks
.
And
now
two
smaller
Cratchits
,
boy
and
girl
,
came
tearing
in
,
screaming
that
outside
the
baker
's
they
had
smelt
the
goose
,
and
known
it
for
their
own
;
and
basking
in
luxurious
thoughts
of
sage
and
onion
,
these
young
Cratchits
danced
about
the
table
,
and
exalted
Master
Peter
Cratchit
to
the
skies
,
while
he
(
not
proud
,
although
his
collars
nearly
choked
him
)
blew
the
fire
,
until
the
slow
potatoes
bubbling
up
,
knocked
loudly
at
the
saucepan-lid
to
be
let
out
and
peeled
.
'
What
has
ever
got
your
precious
father
then
?
'
said
Mrs
Cratchit
.
'
And
your
brother
,
Tiny
Tim
.
And
Martha
war
n't
as
late
last
Christmas
Day
by
half-an-hour
.
'
'
Here
's
Martha
,
mother
,
'
said
a
girl
,
appearing
as
she
spoke
.
'
Here
's
Martha
,
mother
!
'
cried
the
two
young
Cratchits
.
'
Hurrah
!
There
's
such
a
goose
,
Martha
!
'
'
Why
,
bless
your
heart
alive
,
my
dear
,
how
late
you
are
!
'
said
Mrs
Cratchit
,
kissing
her
a
dozen
times
,
and
taking
off
her
shawl
and
bonnet
for
her
with
officious
zeal
.
'
We
'd
a
deal
of
work
to
finish
up
last
night
,
'
replied
the
girl
,
'
and
had
to
clear
away
this
morning
,
mother
.
'
'
Well
!
Never
mind
so
long
as
you
are
come
,
'
said
Mrs
Cratchit
.
'
Sit
ye
down
before
the
fire
,
my
dear
,
and
have
a
warm
,
Lord
bless
ye
.
'
