Рождественская история

Chapter 2

           Asthewordswerespoken,theypassedthroughthewall,andstooduponanopencountryroad,withfieldsoneitherhand.Thecityhadentirelyvanished.Notavestigeofitwastobeseen.Thedarknessandthemisthadvanishedwithit,foritwasaclear,cold,winterday,withsnowupontheground.

           ‘GoodHeaven!’saidScrooge,claspinghishandstogether,ashelookedabouthim.‘Iwasbredinthisplace.Iwasaboyhere.

           TheSpiritgazeduponhimmildly.Itsgentletouch,thoughithadbeenlightandinstantaneous,appearedstillpresenttotheoldman’ssenseoffeeling.Hewasconsciousofathousandodoursfloatingintheair,eachoneconnectedwithathousandthoughts,andhopes,andjoys,andcareslong,long,forgotten.

           ‘Yourlipistrembling,’saidtheGhost.‘andwhatisthatuponyourcheek?’

           Scroogemuttered,withanunusualcatchinginhisvoice,thatitwasapimple;andbeggedtheGhosttoleadhimwherehewould.

           ‘Yourecollecttheway?’inquiredtheSpirit.

           ‘Rememberit!’criedScroogewithfervour;‘Icouldwalkitblindfold.

           ‘Strangetohaveforgottenitforsomanyyears,’observedtheGhost.‘Letusgoon.

           Theywalkedalongtheroad,Scroogerecognisingeverygate,andpost,andtree;untilalittlemarket-townappearedinthedistance,withitsbridge,itschurch,andwindingriver.Someshaggyponiesnowwereseentrottingtowardsthemwithboysupontheirbacks,whocalledtootherboysincountrygigsandcarts,drivenbyfarmers.

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