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He was telling me, you see, in his own little way, that he's happy.
This boy is lgnorance. This girl is Want.
As big as you and as fat as a beagle.
Good morning, Sir.
Yes.
Alas, as a bachelor, l'm a wretched outcast,
Why, ... Where's our Martha?
Then leave her behind.
Very well then, who's the worse for the loss of a few things like these?
For He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
l sent for you.
l accept your ring.
The place, no doubt, seems new and strange to you.
Alice
He's breathing very queer
He said that Christmas was humbug, and he believed it, too.
But be back all the earlier the next morning.
there in the corner is where the Spirit of Christmas Present sat.
Let's go in the parlor.
Oh, excuse me, Mr. Scrooge, Sir. - Yes?
Alice...
l do, bless your dear gentle heart.
l'm not going to stand this sort of thing any longer.
Christmas.
lt's you, is it?
Oh.
lt was a wonderful dinner! - Yes, it was a wonderful dinner.
whatever you are.
Goodbye.
the party he's to send it to.
Plenty of prisons.
Oh, from what you said at first
'Tis only once a year, Sir.
These his blankets, too? - Who's else do ya think?
You have my sympathy. - Ahhhh...
Promise me you'll take care my...
l should hope so.
And slowly she came nigh him,
l'm very glad to hear it.
Why it's Christmas Day, of course, Sir.
l'd loiter about him for such things, if he did.
l-but l- l am a mortal and... l'm liable to fall.
Very well, Sir. Thank you.
Who's funeral were they talking about?
As if calico ain't good enough for burying.
l went to see the place where he will rest.
There never was a truer word spoken. T'was a judgment on him.
of a liability of three thousand- two hundred pounds,
Thank you. l shall be.
You didn't,... you didn't tear them down and sell them.
Not a dead man, l suppose. - No indeed.
When green buds they were swelling;
Oh ...
You're not looking at it!
do you? Hmph!?
Well, ha ha ha. You know what they say about time and tide, Mr. Fezziwig.
and you're never to come back here anymore,
and the goose'll be the finest goose. - And ours'll be the finest Christmas.
ln short, Sir, you're not only a bankrupt,
Mercy! ...mercy, mercy!
No... thank you.
all these years?
You're sure, you don't want to see a doctor?
You want the whole day off tomorrow, l suppose?
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he became a second father. - Uncle Scrooge!
Your servant, sir.
Cut me throat, rip me liver, if l'm tellin' a lie.
ln short gentleman,
You mustn't reproach yourself, Jacob.
that l never did think l'd get away.
over a bowl of hot punch, hmm?
Only there, there isn't going to be any need.
Come and see me one day anyway, young fellow.