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Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his head. No fog, no mist ; clear, bright,jovial,stirring, cold; cold,piping for the blood to dance to; Golden sunlight ; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells. Oh, glorious! Glorious !
“ What’s to – day ? “ cried Scrooge, calling down to a [...]