A Christmas Carol: The First of the Three Spirits

229.773 - 260.873 Keith Morrison

The hour itself, said Scrooge triumphantly, and nothing else. He spoke before the hour bell sounded, which now it did, with a deep, dull, hollow, melancholy one. Light flashed up in the room upon the instant, and the curtains of his bed were drawn aside, I tell you, by a hand. Not the curtains at his feet, nor the curtains at his back, but those to which his face was addressed.