We read Dickens’ famous Christmas tale aloud every year and this year is turning out especially fun. This morning, right when we got to the part where Marley’s ghost drags his chains up into Scrooge’s rooms from the wine cellar far below, our neighbor rapped loudly at the door. I jumped! Ha!
This is one of my favorites passages:
He lived in chambers which had once belonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering pile of building up a yard, where it had so little business to be, that one could scarcely help fancying it must have run there when it was a young house, playing at hide-and-seek with other houses, and forgotten the way out again.
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