A Christmas carol . ghter, who ran onbefore dotting the dusky street with specksof light, and who was dressed to spend theevening somewhere, laughed out loudly asthe Spirit passed : though little kenned thelamplighter that he had any company butChristmas ! And now, without a word of warning fromthe Ghost, they stood upon a bleak and desertmoor, where monstrous masses of rude stonewere cast about, as though it were the burial-place of giants ; and water spread itself where-soever it listed, or would have done so, but forthe frost that held it prisoner ; and nothinggrew but moss and furze, and c
A Christmas carol . ghter, who ran onbefore dotting the dusky street with specksof light, and who was dressed to spend theevening somewhere, laughed out loudly asthe Spirit passed : though little kenned thelamplighter that he had any company butChristmas ! And now, without a word of warning fromthe Ghost, they stood upon a bleak and desertmoor, where monstrous masses of rude stonewere cast about, as though it were the burial-place of giants ; and water spread itself where-soever it listed, or would have done so, but forthe frost that held it prisoner ; and nothinggrew but moss and furze, and coarse, rankgrass. Down in the west the setting sun hadleft a streak of fiery red, which glared uponthe desolation for an instant, like a sullen eye,and frowning lower, lower, lower yet, waslost in the thick gloom of darkest night. What place is this ? asked Scrooge. A place where Miners live, who labour inthe bowels of the earth, returned the Spirit. But they know me. See ! A light shone from the window of a hut. 98.
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