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| “How now?” said Scrooge, caustic and cold as ever. “What do you want with me?” Frontispiece | ||
| Bob Cratchit went down a slide on Cornhill, at the end of a lane of boys, twenty times, in honour of its being Christmas Eve | 16 | |
| Nobody under the bed; nobody in the closet; nobody in his dressing-gown, which was hanging up in a suspicious attitude against the wall | 20 | |
| The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither and thither in restless haste and moaning as they went | 32 | |
| Then old Fezziwig stood out to dance with Mrs. Fezziwig | 54 | |
| A flushed and boisterous group | 62 | |
| Laden with Christmas toys and presents | 64 | |
| The way he went after that plump sister in the lace tucker! | 100 | |
