Ghost of Markey- The three spirits (page 3)

The thought being a disturbing one, he mixed out of bed, and grabbed his way to the window. He was obliged to rub the ice off with the sleeve of his robe before he could see anything; and could see next to no at that point. Everything he could make out was, that it was still exceptionally foggy and to a great degree chilly, and that there was no commotion of individuals hurrying back and forth, and making an awesome blend, as there irrefutably would have been if night had beaten off brilliant day, and claimed the world. This was an awesome help, since "Three days after sight of this First of Exchange pay to Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge on his request," et cetera, would have turned into a minor United States security if there were no days to check by.