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Charles Dickens (1:34)
Once upon a time of all the good days in the year, on Christmas Eve old Scrooge sat busy in his counting house. It was cold, bleak, biting weather, foggy with and he could hear the people in the court outside go wheezing up and down, beating their hands upon their breasts and stamping their feet upon the pavement stones to warm them.
Narrator (2:10)
The city clocks had only just gone three, but it was quite dark already. The door of Scrooge's counting house was open that he might keep his eye upon his clerk, who, in a dismal little cell beyond a sort of tank, was cop letters. Scrooge had a very small fire, but the clerk's fire was so very much smaller that it looked like one coal, but he couldn't replenish it, for Scrooge kept the coal box in his own room, wherefore the clerk put on his white comforter and tried to warm himself at the candle.
Charles Dickens (2:50)
Merry Christmas, Uncle. God save you.
Narrator (2:52)
Cried a cheerful voice. It was the voice of Scrooge's nephew, who came upon him so quickly that this was the first intimation he had of his approach. Bah, Said Scrooge.
Charles Dickens (3:02)
Humbug Christmas.
