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“He has given us plenty of merriment, I am sure,” said Fred, “and it would be ungrateful not to drink his health. Here is a glass of mulled wine ready to our hand at the moment, and I say, ‘Uncle Scrooge’!... A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to the old man, whatever he is!... He wouldn’t take it from me, but may he have it, nevertheless. Uncle Scrooge!”
I want nothing from you; I ask nothing of you; why cannot we be friends? . . . I am sorry, with all my heart, to find you so resolute. We have never had any quarrel, to which I have been a party. But I have made the trial in homage to Christmas, and I’ll keep my Christmas humour to the last. So, a Merry Christmas, uncle!
“Always a delicate creature, whom a breath might have withered,” said the Ghost. “But she had a large heart! . . . She died a woman… and had, as I think, children… Your nephew!”
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