A Christmas Carol

A Christmas Carol — page 3
was an excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral and solemnised it with an undoubted bargain The mention of Marley’s funeral brings me back to the point I started from There is no doubt that Marley was dead This must be distinctly understood or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate If we were not perfectly convinced that Hamlet’s Father died before the play began there would be nothing more remarkable in his taking a stroll at night in an easterly wind upon his own ramparts than there would be in any other middle-aged gentleman rashly turn ing out after dark in a breezy spot say Saint Paul’s Churchyard for instance literally to astonish his son’s weak mind Scrooge never painted out Old Marley’s name There it stood years afterwards above the warehouse door Scrooge and Marley The firm was known as Scrooge and Marley Sometimes people new to the business called Scrooge Scrooge and sometimes Marley but he an swered to both names It was all the same to him Oh But he was a tightfisted hand at the grindstone Scrooge A squeezing wrenching grasping scraping clutching covetous old sin ner Hard and sharp as flint from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire secret and self-contained and solitary as an oyster The cold within him froze his old features nipped his pointed nose shriv MARLEY’S GHOST 8 A CHRISTMAS CAROL