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Chapter 1
Theywereportlygentlemen,pleasanttobehold,andnowstood,withtheirhatsoff,inScrooge’soffice.Theyhadbooksandpapersintheirhands,andbowedtohim.
‘ScroogeandMarley’s,Ibelieve,’saidoneofthegentlemen,referringtohislist.‘HaveIthepleasureofaddressingMr.Scrooge,orMr.Marley?’
‘Mr.Marleyhasbeendeadthesesevenyears,’Scroogereplied.‘Hediedsevenyearsago,thisverynight.’
‘Wehavenodoubthisliberalityiswellrepresentedbyhissurvivingpartner,’saidthegentleman,presentinghiscredentials.
Itcertainlywas;fortheyhadbeentwokindredspirits.Attheominousword‘liberality,’Scroogefrowned,andshookhishead,andhandedthecredentialsback.
‘Atthisfestiveseasonoftheyear,Mr.Scrooge,’saidthegentleman,takingupapen,‘itismorethanusuallydesirablethatweshouldmakesomeslightprovisionforthePoorandDestitute,whosuffergreatlyatthepresenttime.Manythousandsareinwantofcommonnecessaries;hundredsofthousandsareinwantofcommoncomforts,sir.’
‘Aretherenoprisons?’askedScrooge.
‘Plentyofprisons,’saidthegentleman,layingdownthepenagain.
‘AndtheUnionworkhouses?’demandedScrooge.‘Aretheystillinoperation?’
‘Theyare.Still,’returnedthegentleman,‘IwishIcouldsaytheywerenot.’
‘TheTreadmillandthePoorLawareinfullvigour,then?’saidScrooge.
‘Bothverybusy,sir.’