Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . ygovernments) were linked together; none w^ere had been personally known to Scrooge intheir lives. He had been quite familiar with one oldghost, in a white waistcoat, with a monstrous ironsafe attached to his ankle, who cried piteously atbeing unable to assist a wretched w^oman with aninfant, whom it saw below upon a door-step. Themisery with them all was, clearly, that they soughtto interfere, for good, in human matters, and hadlost the power for ever. Whether these
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . ygovernments) were linked together; none w^ere had been personally known to Scrooge intheir lives. He had been quite familiar with one oldghost, in a white waistcoat, with a monstrous ironsafe attached to his ankle, who cried piteously atbeing unable to assist a wretched w^oman with aninfant, whom it saw below upon a door-step. Themisery with them all was, clearly, that they soughtto interfere, for good, in human matters, and hadlost the power for ever. Whether these creatures faded into mist, or mistenshrouded them, he could not tell. But they andtheir spirit voices faded together; and the nightbecame as it had been when he walked home. Scrooge closed the window, and examined thedoor by which the Ghost had entered. It was double-locked, as he had locked it with his own hands, andthe bolts were undisturbed. He tried to say Hum-bug! but stopped at the first syllable. And being,from the emotion he had undergone, or the fatiguesof the day, or his glimpse of the Invisible World,. 270 A Christmas Carol or the dull conversation of the Ghost, or the latenessof the hour, much in need of repose; went straightto bed, without undressing, and fell asleep uponthe instant. STAVE TWO The First of the Three Spirits ^HEN Scrooge awoke, it was so dark,that looking out of bed, he couldscarcely distinguish the transparentwindow from the opaque walls of hischamber. He was endeavoring topierce the darkness with his ferret eyes,when the chimes of a neighboringchurch struck the four quarters. So he listenedfor the hour. To his great astonishment the heavy bell went onfrom six to seven, and from seven to eight, andregularly up to twelve; then stopped. Twelve! Itwas past t^^o when he went to bed. The clock waswrong. An icicle must have got into the ! He touched the spring of his repeater, to correctthis most preposterous clock. Its rapid little pulsebeat
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