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Scrooge
returned
his
labours
with
an
improved
opinion
of
himself
,
and
in
a
more
facetious
temper
than
was
usual
with
him
.
Meanwhile
the
fog
and
darkness
thickened
so
,
that
people
ran
about
with
flaring
links
,
proffering
their
services
to
go
before
horses
in
carriages
,
and
conduct
them
on
their
way
.
The
ancient
tower
of
a
church
,
whose
gruff
old
bell
was
always
peeping
slily
down
at
Scrooge
out
of
a
Gothic
window
in
the
wall
,
became
invisible
,
and
struck
the
hours
and
quarters
in
the
clouds
,
with
tremulous
vibrations
afterwards
as
if
its
teeth
were
chattering
in
its
frozen
head
up
there
.
The
cold
became
intense
.
In
the
main
street
at
the
corner
of
the
court
,
some
labourers
were
repairing
the
gas-pipes
,
and
had
lighted
a
great
fire
in
a
brazier
,
round
which
a
party
of
ragged
men
and
boys
were
gathered
:
warming
their
hands
and
winking
their
eyes
before
the
blaze
in
rapture
.
The
water-plug
being
left
in
solitude
,
its
overflowing
sullenly
congealed
,
and
turned
to
misanthropic
ice
.
The
brightness
of
the
shops
where
holly
sprigs
and
berries
crackled
in
the
lamp
heat
of
the
windows
,
made
pale
faces
ruddy
as
they
passed
.
Poulterers
'
and
grocers
'
trades
became
a
splendid
joke
;
a
glorious
pageant
,
with
which
it
was
next
to
impossible
to
believe
that
such
dull
principles
as
bargain
and
sale
had
anything
to
do
.
The
Lord
Mayor
,
in
the
stronghold
of
the
mighty
Mansion
House
,
gave
orders
to
his
fifty
cooks
and
butlers
to
keep
Christmas
as
a
Lord
Mayor
's
household
should
;
and
even
the
little
tailor
,
whom
he
had
fined
five
shillings
on
the
previous
Monday
for
being
drunk
and
bloodthirsty
in
the
streets
,
stirred
up
to-morrow
's
pudding
in
his
garret
,
while
his
lean
wife
and
the
baby
sallied
out
to
buy
the
beef
.
Foggier
yet
,
and
colder
!
Piercing
,
searching
,
biting
cold
.
If
the
good
Saint
Dunstan
had
but
nipped
the
Evil
Spirit
's
nose
with
a
touch
of
such
weather
as
that
,
instead
of
using
his
familiar
weapons
,
then
indeed
he
would
have
roared
to
lusty
purpose
.
The
owner
of
one
scant
young
nose
,
gnawed
and
mumbled
by
the
hungry
cold
as
bones
are
gnawed
by
dogs
,
stooped
down
at
Scrooge
's
keyhole
to
regale
him
with
a
Christmas
carol
:
but
at
the
first
sound
of
'
God
bless
you
,
merry
gentlemen
!
May
nothing
you
dismay
!
'
Scrooge
seized
the
ruler
with
such
energy
of
action
,
that
the
singer
fled
in
terror
,
leaving
the
keyhole
to
the
fog
and
even
more
congenial
frost
.
At
length
the
hour
of
shutting
up
the
counting-house
arrived
.
With
an
ill-will
Scrooge
dismounted
from
his
stool
,
and
tacitly
admitted
the
fact
to
the
expectant
clerk
in
the
Tank
,
who
instantly
snuffed
his
candle
out
,
and
put
on
his
hat
.
'
You
'll
want
all
day
to-morrow
,
I
suppose
?
'
said
Scrooge
.
'
If
quite
convenient
,
sir
.
'
'
It
's
not
convenient
,
'
said
Scrooge
,
'
and
it
's
not
fair
.
If
I
was
to
stop
you
half-a-crown
for
it
,
you
'd
think
yourself
ill-used
,
I
'll
be
bound
?
'
