Little Classics, Volume 5

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Rossiter Johnson
Houghton, Mifflin, 1874 - Literature

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Page 7 - MARLEY was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to.
Page 91 - See him in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth ! — wouldst thou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indocility which too often accompany maturer swinehood ? Ten to one he would have proved a glutton, a sloven, an obstinate, disagreeable animal — wallowing in all manner of filthy conversation — from these sins he is happily snatched away — lt Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade, Death came with timely care...
Page 35 - There was nothing of high mark in this. They were not a handsome family; they were not well dressed; their shoes were far from being waterproof; their clothes were scanty; and Peter might have known, and very likely did, the inside of a pawnbrokers.
Page 9 - ... not an hour richer; a time for balancing your books and having every item in 'em through a round dozen of months presented dead against you? If I could work my will...
Page 33 - 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.
Page 32 - A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastry cook's next door to each other, with a laundress's next door to that!
Page 32 - Oh, a wonderful pudding ! Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs. Cratchit since their marriage.
Page 87 - You graceless whelp, what have you got there devouring ? Is it not enough that you have burnt me down three houses with your dog's tricks, and be hanged to you ! but you must be eating fire, and I know not what ? What have you got there, I say F " " O father, the pig, the pig ! do come and taste how nice the burnt pig eats.
Page 28 - And now two smaller Cratchits, boy and girl, came tearing in, screaming that outside the baker's they had smelt the goose, and known it for their own ; and, basking in luxurious thoughts of sage and onion, these young Cratchits danced about the table, and exalted Master Peter Cratchit to the skies', while he (not proud, although his...
Page 37 - After a while they played at forfeits; for it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child himself.

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