Dickens Unit - Lists #1 - 3 - Augustine

he couldn’t replenish it, for Scrooge kept the coal box in his own room.

“Scrooge resumed his labours with an improved opinion of himself, and in a more facetious temper than was usual for him.”

The water-plug being left in solitude, its overflowing suddenly congealed, and turned to misanthropic ice.

With an ill will, Scrooge dismounted from his stool and tacitly admitted the fact to the expectant clerk in the tank, who instantly snuffed his candle out, and put on his hat.

– [Marley’s face] was not in impenetrable shadow, as the other objects in the yard were, but had a dismal light about it, like a bad lobster in a dark cellar.

If each smooth tile had been a blank at first, with power to shape some picture on its surface from the disjointed fragments of his thoughts, there would have been a copy of old Marley’s head on every one.

tried to be smart, as a means of distracting his own attention, and keeping down his terror; for the spectre’s (specter's) voice disturbed the very marrow in his bones.

The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence were, all, my business.

The spectre, after listening for a moment, joined in the mournful dirge; and floated out upon the bleak, dark night.

The more he thought the more perplexed he was; and, the more he endeavored not to think, the more he thought.

The curtains of his bed were drawn aside; and Scrooge, starting up into a half-recumbent attitude, found himself face to face with the unearthly visitor who drew them: as close to it as I am to you, and I am standing in the spirit at your elbow.

T]he figure itself fluctuated in its distinctness; being now a thing with one arm, now a thing with one leg, now a pair of legs without a head, now a head without a body….

Scrooge expressed himself much obliged, but could not help thinking that a night of unbroken rest would have been more conducive to that end [his welfare].

The city had entirely vanished. Not a vestige was to be seen.

Awakening in the middle of a prodigiously tough snore, and sitting up in the bed to get his thoughts together, Scrooge had no intention to be told that the bell was again upon the stroke of one.

Its dark-brown curls were long and free, free as its genial face, its sparkling eye, its open hand, its cheery voice, its unconstrained demeanor, and its joyful air.

There were ruddy, brown-faced, broad-girthed Spanish onions…winking from their shelves in wanton slyness at the girls as they went by….

Bob’s voice was tremulous when he told them this, and trembled more when he said that Tiny Tim was growing strong and hearty.

…Master Peter and the two ubiquitous young Cratchits went to fetch the goose, with which they soon returned in high procession.

“Man,” said the Ghost, “if a man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered what the surplus is, and where it is.”

How it bared its breadth of breast, and opened its capacious palm, and floated on, outpouring, with a generous hand, its bright and harmless mirth on everything within its reach!

[W]hile listening to the moaning of the wind, and thinking what a solemn thing it was to move onthrough the lonely darkness over an unknown abyss, …it was a great surprise to Scrooge…to hear a hearty laugh.

[H]e would have made a feint of endeavoring to seize you…and would instantly have sidled off in the direction of the plump sister.

The brisk fire of questioning to which he was exposed, elicited from him that he was thinking of an animal….