r. Will you let
me in, Fred?" 144

"Now, I'll tell you what, my friend,"
said Scrooge. "I am not going
to stand this sort of thing any
longer." 146

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_IN BLACK AND WHITE_

Tailpiece vi
Tailpiece to List of Coloured Illustrations x
Tailpiece to List of Black and White Illustrations xi
Heading to Stave One 3
They were portly gentlemen, pleasant to behold 12
On the wings of the wind 28-29
Tailpiece to Stave One 34
Heading to Stave Two 37
He produced a decanter of curiously
light wine and a block of curiously heavy cake 50
She left him, and they parted 60
Tailpiece to Stave Two 65
Heading to Stave Three 69
There was nothing very cheerful in the climate 75
He had been Tim's blood-horse all the way from church 84-85
With the pudding 88
Heading to Stave Four 111
Heading to Stave Five 137
Tailpiece to Stave Five 147

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STAVE ONE

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MARLEY'S GHOST

Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that.
The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the
undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name
was good upon 'Change for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old
Marley was as dead as a door-nail.

Mind! I don't mean to say that I know of my own knowledge, what there is
particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself,
to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the
trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my
unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the country's done for. You
will, therefore, permit me to repeat, emphati