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Chapter 5
Iwasmakingrathermerryyesterday,sir.’
‘Now,I’lltellyouwhat,myfriend,’saidScrooge,‘Iamnotgoingtostandthissortofthinganylonger.Andtherefore,’hecontinued,leapingfromhisstool,andgivingBobsuchadiginthewaistcoatthathestaggeredbackintotheTankagain;‘andthereforeIamabouttoraiseyoursalary.’
Bobtrembled,andgotalittlenearertotheruler.HehadamomentaryideaofknockingScroogedownwithit,holdinghim,andcallingtothepeopleinthecourtforhelpandastrait-waistcoat.
‘AmerryChristmas,Bob,’saidScrooge,withanearnestnessthatcouldnotbemistaken,asheclappedhimontheback.‘AmerrierChristmas,Bob,mygoodfellow,thanIhavegivenyouformanyayear!I’llraiseyoursalary,andendeavourtoassistyourstrugglingfamily,andwewilldiscussyouraffairsthisveryafternoon,overaChristmasbowlofsmokingbishop,Bob.Makeupthefires,andbuyanothercoal-scuttlebeforeyoudotanotheri,BobCratchit.’
Scroogewasbetterthanhisword.Hediditall,andinfinitelymore;andtoTinyTim,whodidnotdie,hewasasecondfather.Hebecameasgoodafriend,asgoodamaster,andasgoodaman,asthegoodoldcityknew,oranyothergoodoldcity,town,orborough,inthegoodoldworld
