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There
was
nothing
of
high
mark
in
this
.
They
were
not
a
handsome
family
;
they
were
not
well
dressed
;
their
shoes
were
far
from
being
water-proof
;
their
clothes
were
scanty
;
and
Peter
might
have
known
,
and
very
likely
did
,
the
inside
of
a
pawnbroker
's
.
But
,
they
were
happy
,
grateful
,
pleased
with
one
another
,
and
contented
with
the
time
;
and
when
they
faded
,
and
looked
happier
yet
in
the
bright
sprinklings
of
the
Spirit
's
torch
at
parting
,
Scrooge
had
his
eye
upon
them
,
and
especially
on
Tiny
Tim
,
until
the
last
.
By
this
time
it
was
getting
dark
,
and
snowing
pretty
heavily
;
and
as
Scrooge
and
the
Spirit
went
along
the
streets
,
the
brightness
of
the
roaring
fires
in
kitchens
,
parlours
,
and
all
sorts
of
rooms
,
was
wonderful
.
Here
,
the
flickering
of
the
blaze
showed
preparations
for
a
cosy
dinner
,
with
hot
plates
baking
through
and
through
before
the
fire
,
and
deep
red
curtains
,
ready
to
be
drawn
to
shut
out
cold
and
darkness
.
There
all
the
children
of
the
house
were
running
out
into
the
snow
to
meet
their
married
sisters
,
brothers
,
cousins
,
uncles
,
aunts
,
and
be
the
first
to
greet
them
.
Here
,
again
,
were
shadows
on
the
window-blind
of
guests
assembling
;
and
there
a
group
of
handsome
girls
,
all
hooded
and
fur-booted
,
and
all
chattering
at
once
,
tripped
lightly
off
to
some
near
neighbour
's
house
;
where
,
woe
upon
the
single
man
who
saw
them
enter
--
artful
witches
,
well
they
knew
it
--
in
a
glow
.
But
,
if
you
had
judged
from
the
numbers
of
people
on
their
way
to
friendly
gatherings
,
you
might
have
thought
that
no
one
was
at
home
to
give
them
welcome
when
they
got
there
,
instead
of
every
house
expecting
company
,
and
piling
up
its
fires
half-chimney
high
.
Blessings
on
it
,
how
the
Ghost
exulted
.
How
it
bared
its
breadth
of
breast
,
and
opened
its
capacious
palm
,
and
floated
on
,
outpouring
,
with
a
generous
hand
,
its
bright
and
harmless
mirth
on
everything
within
its
reach
!
The
very
lamplighter
,
who
ran
on
before
,
dotting
the
dusky
street
with
specks
of
light
,
and
who
was
dressed
to
spend
the
evening
somewhere
,
laughed
out
loudly
as
the
Spirit
passed
,
though
little
kenned
the
lamplighter
that
he
had
any
company
but
Christmas
.
And
now
,
without
a
word
of
warning
from
the
Ghost
,
they
stood
upon
a
bleak
and
desert
moor
,
where
monstrous
masses
of
rude
stone
were
cast
about
,
as
though
it
were
the
burial-place
of
giants
;
and
water
spread
itself
wheresoever
it
listed
,
or
would
have
done
so
,
but
for
the
frost
that
held
it
prisoner
;
and
nothing
grew
but
moss
and
furze
,
and
coarse
rank
grass
.
Down
in
the
west
the
setting
sun
had
left
a
streak
of
fiery
red
,
which
glared
upon
the
desolation
for
an
instant
,
like
a
sullen
eye
,
and
frowning
lower
,
lower
,
lower
yet
,
was
lost
in
the
thick
gloom
of
darkest
night
.
'
What
place
is
this
?
'
asked
Scrooge
.
'
A
place
where
Miners
live
,
who
labour
in
the
bowels
of
the
earth
,
'
returned
the
Spirit
.
'
But
they
know
me
.
See
!
'
A
light
shone
from
the
window
of
a
hut
,
and
swiftly
they
advanced
towards
it
.
Passing
through
the
wall
of
mud
and
stone
,
they
found
a
cheerful
company
assembled
round
a
glowing
fire
.
An
old
,
old
man
and
woman
,
with
their
children
and
their
children
's
children
,
and
another
generation
beyond
that
,
all
decked
out
gaily
in
their
holiday
attire
.
The
old
man
,
in
a
voice
that
seldom
rose
above
the
howling
of
the
wind
upon
the
barren
waste
,
was
singing
them
a
Christmas
song
--
it
had
been
a
very
old
song
when
he
was
a
boy
--
and
from
time
to
time
they
all
joined
in
the
chorus
.
So
surely
as
they
raised
their
voices
,
the
old
man
got
quite
blithe
and
loud
;
and
so
surely
as
they
stopped
,
his
vigour
sank
again
.
The
Spirit
did
not
tarry
here
,
but
bade
Scrooge
hold
his
robe
,
and
passing
on
above
the
moor
,
sped
--
whither
?
Not
to
sea
.
To
sea
!
To
Scrooge
's
horror
,
looking
back
,
he
saw
the
last
of
the
land
,
a
frightful
range
of
rocks
,
behind
them
;
and
his
ears
were
deafened
by
the
thundering
of
water
,
as
it
rolled
and
roared
,
and
raged
among
the
dreadful
caverns
it
had
worn
,
and
fiercely
tried
to
undermine
the
earth
.
