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The
clerk
smiled
faintly
.
'
And
yet
,
'
said
Scrooge
,
'
you
do
n't
think
me
ill-used
,
when
I
pay
a
day
's
wages
for
no
work
.
'
The
clerk
observed
that
it
was
only
once
a
year
.
'
A
poor
excuse
for
picking
a
man
's
pocket
every
twenty-fifth
of
December
!
'
said
Scrooge
,
buttoning
his
great-coat
to
the
chin
.
'
But
I
suppose
you
must
have
the
whole
day
.
Be
here
all
the
earlier
next
morning
.
'
The
clerk
promised
that
he
would
;
and
Scrooge
walked
out
with
a
growl
.
The
office
was
closed
in
a
twinkling
,
and
the
clerk
,
with
the
long
ends
of
his
white
comforter
dangling
below
his
waist
(
for
he
boasted
no
great-coat
)
,
went
down
a
slide
on
Cornhill
,
at
the
end
of
a
lane
of
boys
,
twenty
times
,
in
honour
of
its
being
Christmas
Eve
,
and
then
ran
home
to
Camden
Town
as
hard
as
he
could
pelt
,
to
play
at
blindman
's
-
buff
.
Scrooge
took
his
melancholy
dinner
in
his
usual
melancholy
tavern
;
and
having
read
all
the
newspapers
,
and
beguiled
the
rest
of
the
evening
with
his
banker
's
-
book
,
went
home
to
bed
.
He
lived
in
chambers
which
had
once
belonged
to
his
deceased
partner
.
They
were
a
gloomy
suite
of
rooms
,
in
a
lowering
pile
of
a
building
up
a
yard
,
where
it
had
so
little
business
to
be
,
that
one
could
scarcely
help
fancying
it
must
have
run
there
when
it
was
a
young
house
,
playing
at
hide-and-seek
with
other
houses
,
and
forgotten
the
way
out
again
.
It
was
old
enough
now
,
and
dreary
enough
,
for
nobody
lived
in
it
but
Scrooge
,
the
other
rooms
being
all
let
out
as
offices
.
The
yard
was
so
dark
that
even
Scrooge
,
who
knew
its
every
stone
,
was
fain
to
grope
with
his
hands
.
The
fog
and
frost
so
hung
about
the
black
old
gateway
of
the
house
,
that
it
seemed
as
if
the
Genius
of
the
Weather
sat
in
mournful
meditation
on
the
threshold
.
Now
,
it
is
a
fact
,
that
there
was
nothing
at
all
particular
about
the
knocker
on
the
door
,
except
that
it
was
very
large
.
It
is
also
a
fact
,
that
Scrooge
had
seen
it
,
night
and
morning
,
during
his
whole
residence
in
that
place
;
also
that
Scrooge
had
as
little
of
what
is
called
fancy
about
him
as
any
man
in
the
city
of
London
,
even
including
--
which
is
a
bold
word
--
the
corporation
,
aldermen
,
and
livery
.
Let
it
also
be
borne
in
mind
that
Scrooge
had
not
bestowed
one
thought
on
Marley
,
since
his
last
mention
of
his
seven
years
'
dead
partner
that
afternoon
.
And
then
let
any
man
explain
to
me
,
if
he
can
,
how
it
happened
that
Scrooge
,
having
his
key
in
the
lock
of
the
door
,
saw
in
the
knocker
,
without
its
undergoing
any
intermediate
process
of
change
--
not
a
knocker
,
but
Marley
's
face
.
Marley
's
face
.
It
was
not
in
impenetrable
shadow
as
the
other
objects
in
the
yard
were
,
but
had
a
dismal
light
about
it
,
like
a
bad
lobster
in
a
dark
cellar
.
It
was
not
angry
or
ferocious
,
but
looked
at
Scrooge
as
Marley
used
to
look
:
with
ghostly
spectacles
turned
up
on
its
ghostly
forehead
.
The
hair
was
curiously
stirred
,
as
if
by
breath
or
hot
air
;
and
,
though
the
eyes
were
wide
open
,
they
were
perfectly
motionless
.
That
,
and
its
livid
colour
,
made
it
horrible
;
but
its
horror
seemed
to
be
in
spite
of
the
face
and
beyond
its
control
,
rather
than
a
part
of
its
own
expression
.
As
Scrooge
looked
fixedly
at
this
phenomenon
,
it
was
a
knocker
again
.
