A Christmas Carol: The First of the Three Spirits

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Fowls clucked and strutted in the stables, and the coach-houses and sheds were overrun with grass. Entering the dreary hall, and glancing through the open doors of many rooms, they found them poorly furnished, cold, vast. There was an earthy savour in the air, a chilly bareness in the place. which associated itself somehow with too much getting up by candlelight and not too much to eat.