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- Cover A Christmas Carol By Charles Dickens by Monica Marier 2014
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- Old Marley was as dead as a door nail.by Monica Marier 2014
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- `A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!’ by Monica Marier 2014
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- ‘If they would rather die…they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.’ by Monica Marier 2014
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- 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
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- `Who are you?’ `Ask me who I was.’ by Monica Marier 2014
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- 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
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- `Who, and what are you.’ Scrooge demanded. `I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.’ by Monica Marier 2014
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- The jocund travellers came on; and as they came, Scrooge knew and named them every one. by Monica Marier 2014
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- `I have come to bring you home, dear brother.’ said the child by Monica Marier 2014
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- `A small matter,’ said the Ghost, `to make these silly folks so full of gratitude.’ by Monica Marier 2014
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- `Even if I have grown so much wiser, what then. I am not changed towards you.’ by Monica Marier 2014
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- “Come in and know me better, man!” by Monica Marier 2014
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- …he shed a few drops of water on them from it, and their good humour was restored directly. by Monica Marier 2014
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- 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
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- `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
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- He always knew where the plump sister was. He wouldn’t catch anybody else. by Monica Marier 2014
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- `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
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- `You don’t mean to say you took them down, rings and all, with him lying there.’ said Joe. by Monica Marier 2014
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- `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
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- My little, little child.’ cried Bob. `My little child.’ He broke down all at once. He couldn’t help it. by Monica Marier 2014
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- ‘Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone.’ by Monica Marier 2014
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- `What’s to-day, my fine fellow.’ said Scrooge. `To-day.’ replied the boy. `Why, Christmas Day.’ by Monica Marier 2014
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- 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
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- God Bless Us Every One by Monica Marier 2014
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