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他的雇员鲍勃·

克拉奇蒂每周只能挣得15先令,而且只能在一间又冷又小的办公室上班,办公室里生的火小得连脚指头都暖和不过来。

　　但是那年的圣诞前夜,斯克罗吉已故多年的合伙人雅各布·

马利的鬼魂拜访了他,其后又有另外三个鬼魂来访……那一夜格外漫长和恐怖,当圣诞节最终来临的时候,斯克罗吉的确已判若两人了。

　　查尔斯·

狄更斯是英国最著名的作家之一,1812年生于朴次茅斯,于1870年去世。

他家境贫寒,在不幸的童年之后,他很快变得富有并一举成名。

他的著名作品包括《雾都孤儿》、《双城记》和《圣诞欢歌》等。

■1Marley'

sghost

　　ItisimportanttorememberthatJacobMarleywasdead．DidScroogeknowthat?

Ofcoursehedid．

　　ScroogeandMarleyhadbeenpartnersinLondonformanyyears,andexcellentmenofbusinesstheywere,too．WhenMarleydied,Scroogecontinuedwiththebusinessalone．Bothnamesstillstoodabovetheofficedoor：

ScroogeandMarley．SometimespeoplewhowerenewtothebusinesscalledScrooge,andsometimesMarley,butheansweredtobothnames．Hedidnotcarewhatnametheycalledhim．Theonlythingthatmatteredtohimwasthebusiness,andmakingmoney．

　　Oh!

Hewasahard,clever,meanoldman,Scroogewas!

Therewasnothingwarmoropenabouthim．Helivedasecretive,lonelylife,andtooknointerestinotherpeopleatall．Thecoldinsidehimmadehiseyesred,andhisthinlipsblue,andhisvoicehighandcross．Itputwhitefrostonhisoldhead,hiseyebrowsandhischin．Thefrostinhisheartmadetheairaroundhimcold,too．Inthehottestdaysofsummerhisofficewasascoldasice,anditwasjustascoldinwinter．

　　Nobodyeverstoppedhiminthestreettosay,withahappysmile,‘MydearScrooge,howareyou?

Whenwillyoucometoseeme?

’Nopoormanaskedhimformoney,nochildrenaskedhimthetime,nomanorwomanever,inallhislife,askedhimtheway.Animalsaswellaspeoplewereafraidofhim．Dogsusedtohideindoorwayswhentheysawhimcoming．ButwhatdidScroogecare!

Itwasjustwhathewanted．Helikedbeingontheedgeofpeople'

sbusylives,whilewarningeveryonetokeepawayfromhim．

　　OneChristmasEve,oldScroogewasworkingbusilyinhisoffice．Itwascold,frosty,foggyweather.Outsideitwasalreadydark,althoughitwasonlythreeo'

clockintheafternoon,andtherewerecandlesinalltheofficewindowsThefogcoveredeverything,likeathickgreyblanket．

　　Scroogekepthisofficedooropen,inordertocheckthathisclerk,BobCratchit,wasworking．Bobspenthisdaysinadarklittleroom,akindofcupboard,nexttohisemployer'

soffice．Scroogehadaverysmallfire,butBob'

sfirewasmuchsmaller．Itwasverycoldinthecupboard,andBobhadtowearhislongwhitescarftotrytokeepwarm．

　　‘MerryChristmas,uncle!

Godblessyou!

’criedahappyvoice．Scrooge'

snephewhadarrived．

　　‘Bah!

’saidScroogecrossly．‘Humbug!

’

　　‘Christmasishumbug!

Surelyyoudon'

tmeanthat,uncle?

’saidhisnephew．

　　‘Ido,’saidscrooge．‘Whydoyoucallit“merry”Christmas?

You'

retoopoortobemerry．’

　　‘Well,’repliedthenephew,smiling,‘whyareyousocross?

retoorichtobeunhappy．’

　　‘ofcourseI'

mcross,’answeredtheuncle,‘whenIliveinaworldfullofstupidpeoplelikeyou!

Yousay“MerryChristmas”!

ButwhatisChristmas?

Justatimewhenyouspendtoomuch,whenyoufindyourselfayearolderandnotanhourricher,whenyouhavetopayyourbills．Everyonewhogoesaroundsaying“MerryChristmas”shouldhavehistonguecutout．Yes,heshould!

　　‘Uncle!

Pleasedon'

tsaythat!

’saidthenephew．‘I'

vealwaysthoughtofChristmasasatimetobehelpfulandkindtootherPeople．It'

stheonlytimeoftheyearwhenmenandwomenopentheirheartsfreelytoeachother．Andso,uncle,althoughI'

venevermadeanymoneyfromit,IthinkChristmashasbeenandwillbeagoodtimeforme!

AndIsay,GodblessChristmas!

　　Bob,inthecupboard,agreedloudly,withoutthinking．Heimmediatelyrealizedhismistake,andwentquicklybacktohiswork,butScroogehadheardhim．

　　‘IfIhearanothersoundfromyou,’saidScrooge,‘you'

llloseyoujob!

　　‘Don'

tbeangrywithhim,uncle,’saidthenephew．‘comeandhavedinnerwithustomorrow．’

　　‘Dinnerwithyou?

I'

llseeyoudeadfirst!

　　‘Butwhywon'

tyoucome?

Why?

　　‘BecauseChristmasishumbug!

Goodafternoon!

　　‘Iwantnothingfromyou．Iasknothingofyou．Whycan'

twebefriends?

　　‘Goodafternoon!

’saidScrooge．

　　‘Iamsorry,withallmyheart,tofindyoulikethis．Ihaveneverwantedtoarguewithyou．ButIcametoseeyouandinviteyoubecauseit'

sChristmas,andsoI'

llsay,amerryChristmas,uncle!

　　‘Goodafternoon,’saidScrooge．

　　‘Andahappynewyear!

　　Hisnephewlefttheroom,withoutanangryword,stoppingonlytowishBobCratchitamerryChristmas．

　　Thentwoothergentlemencamein．Theywerelarge,round,comfortable-lookingmen,withbooksandpapersintheirhands．

　　‘ThisisScroogeandMarley'

s,Ithink,’saidoneofthem,lookingatthepapersthathewascarrying．‘AmIspeakingtoMrScroogeorMrMarley?

　　‘MrMarleyisdead,’scroogereplied．‘Hediedsevenyearsagotoday,onChristmasEve．’

　　‘I'

msurethatyouarejustaskindtothepoorasyourpartner,’saidthegentleman,smiling．

　　WhatwastruewasthatScroogewasjustasmeanasMarley,andMarleyhadbeenjustasmeanasScrooge．

　　‘Atthishappytimeofyear,MrScrooge,’thegentlemanwenton,takinguphispen,‘weshouldhelppoorpeoplewhohavenofoodorclothesorhomes．’

　　‘Aretherenoprisons?

’askedScroogecoldly．

　　‘Plentyofprisons,’saidthegentleman．

　　‘Andtheworkhouses,wherepoorpeoplecanliveandwork?

Aretheystillopen?

　　‘Yes,theyare,I'

msorrytosay．’

mhappytohearIt,’saidScrooge．‘Ithought,fromwhatyousaidatfirst,thatperhapstheseusefulplaceswereclosed,forsomereason．’

　　‘Butsomeofusfeel,’repliedthegentleman,‘thattheseplacesdon'

tofferenoughtopoorpeople．We'

rehopingtogivesomemeatanddrink,andwoodforafire,topeoplewhoneedallthesethings．Thisisatimewhenweshouldallbeabletoenjoyourselves．Howmuchwillyougive,sir?

　　‘Nothing!

’scroogereplied．‘Idon'

thaveamerryChristmasmyself,andIwon'

tpayforotherpeopletobemerry．Weallhavetopayforprisonsandworkhouses—theycostenough．Thepoorwillhavetogothere．’

　　‘Manycan'

tgothere,andmanyprefertodie．’

　　‘Iftheyprefertodie,whydon'

ttheydie,then?

Therearetoomanypeopleintheworld,soit'

sagoodthingifsomeofthemdie．Allthisisnoneofmybusiness!

It'

senoughforamantounderstandhisownbusiness,andnottothinkaboutotherpeople'

s．I'

maverybusyman．Goodafternoon,gentlemen!

　　Thegentlemenshooktheirheadsalittlesadly,andlefttheoffice．Scroogewentbacktohiswork,feelingpleasedwithhimself．

　　Nowthefogwasatitsthickestoutside,andthecoldwasbiting．Lightsshonebrightlyfromtheshopwindows．Peoplewerehurryinghereandthere—richandpooralike－tobuywhattheyneededfortomorrow'

sChristmasdinner．

　　Atlastitwastimetoclosetheoffice．Scroogegotupslowlyfromhisdesk．Bobwaswaitingforthismoment,andheimmediatelyputonhishat．

　　‘You'

llwantaholidayalldaytomorrow,Isuppose?

　　‘Ifyoudon'

tmind,sir．’

　　‘Idomind．It'

snotfair．Ihavetopayyouforaday'

sworkwhenyoudon'

tdoanywork．’

　　‘It'

sonlyonceayear,sir,’saidBobpolitely．

　　‘That'

snoreasonforrobbingmeeverytwenty-fifthofDecember!

’saidScrooge,puttingonhiscoat．‘ButIsupposeyoumusthaveit．Behereearlynextmorning．’

　　‘Yes,sir,Iwill,Ipromise,’Bobsaidhappily．Scroogewalkedout,withoutanotherword．Whenbobhadclosedtheoffice,heranhometohisfamilyinCamdenTownasquicklyaspossible．

　　Scroogealwaysusedtoeathisdinneralone,inthesamemiserablelittleeating-house．Tonightwasnodifferentfromothernights．Hereadthenewspapers,lookedathisbankbooks,andwenthometobed．Helivedinroomswhichhadoncebelongedtohisdeadpartner．Theywereinanold,darkbuildinginalonelysidestreet,wherenooneexceptScroogelived．

　　Intheblacknessofthenight,throughthefogandthefrost,Scroogehadtofeelhiswayalongthestreetwithhishands．Hefinallyreachedhisfrontdoorandputthekeyinthelock．Suddenly,tohisgreatsurprise,hesawthattheknockerwasnotaknockeranymore,buthadbecomethefaceofJacobMarley!

　　Hehadnotthoughtofhispartnerforsevenyears,untilthatafternoon,whenhespokeMarley'

snametohisvisitors．ButthereinfrontofhimwasMarley'

sface,whiteandghostly,withterriblestaringeyes．

　　AsScroogelooked,itbecameaknockeragain．Hewasafraid,buthedidnotshowhisfear．Heturnedthekey,openedthedoorandwalkedin．Hedidlookaroundbeforeheshutthedoor,andhedidlookbehindthedoor,toseeifanyonewashidingthere．Buttherewasnothingthere．Heshutthedoorwithabang,toshowthathewasnotafraid．

　　Withhisonecandlehewentslowlyupthestairs．Itwasimpossibletoseeintoallthedarkcorners．Darknesswascheap,andScroogelikedit．Butherememberedtheface,sohewalkedthroughallhisrooms,checkingthateverythingwasallright．Nobodyunderthetableorthebed,nobodybehindthedoor!

Onthesmallfireinthebedroomtherewasapotofsoup,andScrooge'

sbowlwasreadyonthetable．Nobodyinanyoftherooms!

Surethathewassafenow,Scroogeshutandlockedhisbedroomdoorbehindhim．Hesatdownbythefiretoeathissoup．

　　Thefireplacewasanoldone,withhundredsofpicturesonthetilesaroundthefire．ButScroogecouldonlyseeMarley'

sfaceoneverytile．

　　‘Humbug!

’saidScroogetothetiles,andwalkedacrosstheroom．Whenhesatdownagain,henoticedabellontheothersideoftheroom．Ashelooked,hesaw,withgreatsurpriseandfear,thatthebellwasslowlybeginningtomovefromside