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Title: A Christmas carol
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Coburn, Frederick Simpson
Subjects: Christmas stories Misers
Publisher: New York : Putnam
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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here s a chance ! If we have ntall three met here without meaning it ! You could nt have met in a better place ! said old Joe, removing his pipe from his mouth. Come into the parlour. You were made freeof it long ago, you know ; and the other twoant strangers. Stop till I shut the door ofthe shop. Ah ! How it skreeks ! There antsuch a rusty bit of metal in the place as itsown hinges, 1 believe ; and 1 m sure there s nosuch old bones here, as mine. Ha, ha ! Wereall suitable to our calling, we re well matched.Come into the parlour. Come into the parlour. The parlour was the space behind the screen of rags. The old man raked the fire together with an old stair-rod, and having trimmed his smoky lamp (for it was night), with the stem of his pipe, put it in his mouth again. While he did this, the woman who had al-ready spoken threw her bundle on the floor,and sat down in a flaunting manner on a stool ;crossing her elbows on her knees, and look-ing with a bold defiance at the other two, 124
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H Cbristmas Carol What odds then ! What odds, Mrs. Dil-oer? said the woman. Every person hasa right to take care of themselves. He alwaysdid ! Thats true, indeed ! said the laundress.No man more so. Why, then, dont stand staring as if youwas afraid, woman ; whos the wiser ?We re not going to pick holes in each otherscoats, 1 suppose ? No, indeed ! said Mrs. Dilber and theman together. We should hope not. Very well, then ! cried the woman.Thats enough. Whos the worse for theloss of a few things like these ) Not a deadman, 1 suppose.? No, indeed, said Mrs. Dilber, laughing. If he wanted to keep em after he wasdead, a wicked old screw, pursued thewoman, why wasnt he natural in his life-time ) If he had been, he d have had some-body to look after him when he was struckwith Death, instead of lying gasping out hislast there, alone by himself. Its the truest word that ever was spoke, said Mrs. Dilber. Its a judgment on him. * I wish it was a little heavier one, replied the 125 H Cbrtstmas Ca

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