the treadmill and the poor law are in full vigour, then?
and the workhouses? are they still in operation\?
are there no prisons
plenty of prisons
they are. still. i wish i could say that they where not.
both very busy sir
"meanwhile the fog and darkness thickened so."
this lunatic, (the clerk) i letting scrooges nephew out, had let two other people in. they were portly gentlemen, present to behold, and now stood, with their hats off, in scrooges office.
"you'll want all day tomorrow, i suppose?
"have i the pleasure of addressing Mr scrooge or Mr Marley"the gentlemen did not know who scrooge was so he told them that Marley had been dead for 7 years.the men wanted money for charity for the poor in Christmas so they dint have to suffer threw a time that meant to be happy.scrooge was not happy with this as he didn't like spending money so he suggested that they should send the poor to prison or the workhouses.
he lived in chambers which had once belonged to his deceased partner.
people ran about with flaring links, proffering their services to go before horses in carriages, and conduct them on there way. the ancient tower of a church, whose gruff old bell was always peeping silly down at scrooge out of a Gothic window in the wall, became invisible, and struck the hours and quarters in the clouds , with tremulous vibrations afterwords, as if its teeth were chattering in its frozen head up there.
not a knocker but Marley's face
scrooge lets his clerk have one day of on Christmas as long as he is at work early the next morning. the clerk is understandably happy at this as the book says "wightcomforter dangling below his waist, went down a slide on cornhill, at the end of a lane of boys, twenty times, of honour of it being Christmas eve, and then ran home to camden town as hard as he could pelt, to play at blind-man's bluff." while this was happening scrooge went to his usual melancholy tavern and ate his melancholy food.
"they where a gloomy suit of rooms, in a lowering pile of 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 have 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.
with ghostly spectacles turned up on its ghostly forehead. the hair was curiously stirred, as if by breath or hot-air; and those 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 controll.