Scrooge went to bed once more, and thought, and thought, and thought it again and again, and could make nothing of it. The more he thought, the more astounded he was; and, the more he tried not to think, the more he thought.
Marley's Ghost annoyed him exceedingly. Each time he settled inside himself, after develop request that it was every one of the a fantasy, his brain flew back once more, similar to a solid spring discharged, to its first position, and presented a similar issue to be worked every through, "Wa it a fantasy or not?
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