Cover A Christmas Carol By Charles Dickens by Monica Marier 2014
Old Marley was as dead as a door nail.by Monica Marier 2014
`A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!’ by Monica Marier 2014
‘If they would rather die…they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.’ by Monica Marier 2014
The hair was curiously stirred, as if by breath or hot air; and, though the eyes were wide open, they were perfectly motionless. by Monica Marier 2014
`Who are you?’ `Ask me who I was.’ by Monica Marier 2014
He had been quite familiar with one old ghost… who cried piteously at being unable to assist a wretched woman with an infant… by Monica Marier 2014
`Who, and what are you.’ Scrooge demanded. `I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.’ by Monica Marier 2014
The jocund travellers came on; and as they came, Scrooge knew and named them every one. by Monica Marier 2014
`I have come to bring you home, dear brother.’ said the child by Monica Marier 2014
`A small matter,’ said the Ghost, `to make these silly folks so full of gratitude.’ by Monica Marier 2014
`Even if I have grown so much wiser, what then. I am not changed towards you.’ by Monica Marier 2014
“Come in and know me better, man!” by Monica Marier 2014
…he shed a few drops of water on them from it, and their good humour was restored directly. by Monica Marier 2014
Martha didn’t like to see him disappointed, if it were only in joke; so she came out prematurely from behind the closet door, and ran into his arms by Monica Marier 2014
`The Founder of the Feast indeed.’ cried Mrs Cratchit, reddening. `I wish I had him here. I’d give him a piece of my mind to feast upon, and I hope he’d have a good appetite for it.’ by Monica Marier 2014
He always knew where the plump sister was. He wouldn’t catch anybody else. by Monica Marier 2014
`I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come.’ said Scrooge. The Spirit answered not, but pointed onward with its hand. by Monica Marier 2014
`You don’t mean to say you took them down, rings and all, with him lying there.’ said Joe. by Monica Marier 2014
`I understand you,’ Scrooge returned,’ and I would do it, if I could. But I have not the power, Spirit. I have not the power.’ by Monica Marier 2014
My little, little child.’ cried Bob. `My little child.’ He broke down all at once. He couldn’t help it. by Monica Marier 2014
‘Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone.’ by Monica Marier 2014
`What’s to-day, my fine fellow.’ said Scrooge. `To-day.’ replied the boy. `Why, Christmas Day.’ by Monica Marier 2014
He had a momentary idea of knocking Scrooge down with it, holding him, and calling to the people in the court for help and a strait-waistcoat. by Monica Marier 2014
