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It's I. Your uncle Scrooge. I have come to dinner. Will you let me in, Fred?

Really, for a man who has been out of practice for so many years, it was a splendid laugh, a most illustrious laugh.

"I don't know what to do!" cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath; and making apefect Laocoön of himself with his stockings. I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world! Hello here! Whoop! Hallo!"

"They are Man's," said the Spirit, looking down upon them. "And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. [...]."

"At this festive season of the year, Mr. Scrooge," said the gentleman, taking up a pen, "it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the poor and destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time. Many thousands are in want of common necessaries; hundreds of thousands are in want of commonly comforts, sir."

"Are there no prisons?" asked Scrooge.

"Why did you get married?" said Scrooge.
"Because I fell in love,"
"Because you fell in love!" growled Scrooge, as if that were the only thing in the world more ridiculous than a merry Christmas. "Good afternoon!"

Old Marley was dead as a door-nail.