Hood's Magazine and Comic Miscellany, 1. kötetH. Hurst, 1844 |
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79. oldal - Cratchit said, with great delight (surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish), they hadn't ate it all at last. Yet every one had had enough, and the youngest Cratchits in particular were steeped in sage and onion to the eyebrows.
78. oldal - and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day who made lame beggars walk and blind men see.
76. oldal - The clerk promised that he would ; and Scrooge walked out with a growl. The office was closed...
74. oldal - The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait ; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue ; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about with him; he iced his office in the dog-days, and didn't thaw it one degree at Christmas.
74. oldal - Oh! but he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone. Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
75. oldal - Nobody ever stopped him in the street to say, with gladsome looks, "My dear Scrooge, how are you? When will you come to see me?"^ No beggars implored him to bestow a trifle, no children asked him what it was o'clock, no man or woman ever once in all his life inquired the way to such and such a place, of Scrooge.
80. oldal - 11 tell you what, my friend,' said Scrooge, ' I am not going to stand this sort of thing any longer. And, therefore, he continued, leaping from his stool, and giving Bob such a dig in the waistcoat, that he staggered back into the Tank again : ' and, therefore, I am about to raise your salary !' " Bob trembled, and got a little nearer to the ruler.
79. oldal - At last the dinner was all done, the cloth was cleared, the hearth swept, and the fire made up. The compound in the jug being tasted, and considered perfect, apples and oranges were put upon the table, and a shovelful of chestnuts on the fire.
353. oldal - But yester-night I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish crowd Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me A lurid light, a trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong...
11. oldal - O'er all there hung the shadow of a fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted ! LIFE IN THE SICK ROOM.