One of the things you notice about “Old Scrooge” (as opposed to the changed one, post-hauntings) is that he just can’t take a holiday: “But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck...
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