solitary as an oyster
slight provision
are there no prisons
decrease the surplus population
idle
fellow passengers to the grave
darkness is cheap and scrooge liked it
i wear the chain i forged in life
mankind was my business
guilty governments
it was a strange figure- like a child yet not so like a child as an old man
a solitary child neglected by his friends
sobbed
he has the power to render us happy or unhappy
another idol has displaced me, a golden one
show me no more
nobody said or thought it was a small pudding for a large family
i see a vacant seat
i am sorry for him; i couldnt be angry with him if i tried
This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom
the phanton slowly, gravely, silently approached
he frightened everyone away when he was alive to profit us when he was dead! Ha ha ha!
let me see some tenderness connected with dead
my little little child
it was a worthy place
oh tell me i may sponge away the writing on this stone
i am as light as a feather
Scrooge whispered in his ear
will you let me in fred
second father
God bless us everyone