Christmas Carol 20 recto
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Christmas Carol 20 recto20 dressing-gown, and nightcap; “I am a mortal,” “Bear but a touch of my hand Scrooge muttered with an unusual catching in his voice that it was a pimple; and begged the Ghost to lead him where he would. “You recollect the way?” inquired the Spirit. “Remember it!” cried Scrooge, with fervor. “I could walk it, blindfold.” “Strange to have forgotten it for so many years!” observed the Ghost. “Let us go on!” They walked along the road; Scrooge recognising every gate, and post, and tree; until a little market-town appeared in the distance, with its bridge, its church and winding river. Some shaggy ponies now were seen trotting towards them with boys upon their backs, who called to other boys in country gigs and carts, driven by farmers. All these boys were in great spirits, and whooped and shouted to each other, until the broad fields were so full of merry music that the crisp air laughed to hear it. “These are but shadows of the things that have been,” said the Ghost. “They have no consciousness of us.” The jocund travellers came on; and as they came, Scrooge knew and named them every one. Why was he rejoiced beyond all bounds to see them! Why did his cold eye glisten, and his heart | Christmas Carol 20 recto20 dressing-gown, and nightcap; “I am a mortal,” “Bear but a touch of my hand each one connected with a thou¬sand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares—oh! how long, long!—forgotten! “Your lip is trembling,” said the Ghost. “And what is that upon your cheek?” Scrooge muttered with an unusual catching in his voice that it was a pimple; and begged the Ghost to lead him where he would. “You recollect the way?” inquired the Spirit. “Remember it!” cried Scrooge, with fervor. “I could walk it, blindfold.” “Strange to have forgotten it for so many years!” observed the Ghost. “Let us go on!” They walked along the road; Scrooge recognising every gate, and post, and tree; until a little market-town appeared in the distance, with its bridge, its church and winding river. Some shaggy ponies now were seen trotting towards them with boys upon their backs, who called to other boys in country gigs and carts, driven by farmers. All these boys were in great spirits, and whooped and shouted to each other, until the broad fields were so full of merry music that the crisp air laughed to hear it. “These are but shadows of the things that have been,” said the Ghost. “They have no consciousness of us.” The jocund travellers came on; and as they came, Scrooge knew and named them every one. Why was he rejoiced beyond all bounds to see them! Why did his cold eye glisten, and his heart |