. Newfoundland Quarterly 1919-20. IVFR. Seeing clearly that it would be useless to pursue their point,the getlemen withdrew. Scrooge resumed his labors with animproved opinion of himself, and in a more facetious temperthan was usual with him. Meanwhile the fog and darkness thickened so that peopleran about with fliring lights, proffering their services to gobefore horses in carriages and conduct them on their way. Theancient tower of a church whose gruff old bell was always peeping sl)ly down at Scrooge out of a Gothic window in the wall,became invisible, and struck the hours and quarters in t
. Newfoundland Quarterly 1919-20. IVFR. Seeing clearly that it would be useless to pursue their point,the getlemen withdrew. Scrooge resumed his labors with animproved opinion of himself, and in a more facetious temperthan was usual with him. Meanwhile the fog and darkness thickened so that peopleran about with fliring lights, proffering their services to gobefore horses in carriages and conduct them on their way. Theancient tower of a church whose gruff old bell was always peeping sl)ly down at Scrooge out of a Gothic window in the wall,became invisible, and struck the hours and quarters in theclouds, with tremulous vibrations afterward, as if its teeth werejhattering in its frozen head up there. The cold becameintense. In the main street at the corner of the court house,some laborers were repairing the water-pipes, and had lighteda great fire in a brazier, round which a party of ragged men andboys were gathered ; warming their hands and winking theireyes before the blaze in rapture. THE NEWFOUNDLAND QUARTERLY.— ON 1 UK li >NNE RIVER. The water-plug being left in solitude, its over-flowing suddenlycongealed, and turned to misanthropic ice. The lightness ofthe shops where holly sprigs and berries crackled in the lampheat of the windows, made pale faces ruddy as they passedand poulterers and grocers trades became a splendid joke; aglorious pageant with which it was next to impossible to believethat such dull principles as bargain and sale had anything to Lord Mayor, in the stronghold of the mighty MansionHouse, gave orders to his fifty cooks and butlers to keepChristmas as a Lord Mayors household should; and even thelittle tailors, whom he had fined five shillings on the previousMonday for being drunk and blood-thirsty in the streets,,.stirredup to-morrows pudding in his garret, while his lean wife andthe baby sallied out to buy the beef. Foggier yet, and colder! Piercing, searching, biting cold. Ifthe good St. Dunstan had but nipped the Evil Spirits
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