It was a long and gloomy night that gathered on me, haunted by the ghosts of many hopes, of many dear remembrances, many errors, many unavailing sorrows and regrets.

“Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wre…”

“The master of this shop was sitting at the door in his shirt-sleeves, smoking; …”

“You don't know how you haunt and bewilder me. You don't know how the cursed car…”

“I have been, as the phrase is, liberally educated, and am fit for nothing.”