George Alfred Williams.
Chatham, N.J.
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"He had been Tim's blood horse all the way from church."
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[Frontispiece]
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"A Merry Christmas, Uncle! God save you!" cried a cheerful voice.
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[14]
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To sit staring at those fixed glazed eyes in silence, for a moment,
would play, Scrooge felt, the very deuce with him.
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[26]
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"You recollect the way?" inquired the spirit. "Remember it!" cried
Scrooge, with fervour; "I could walk it blindfold."
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[36]
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"Why, it's Ali Baba!" Scrooge exclaimed in ecstasy. "It's dear old
honest Ali Baba!"
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[38]
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