A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens (motivational books for women txt) ๐
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Charles Dickens wrote A Christmas Carol in 1843 and the first edition, published on 19th December, was so successful that it sold out in just six days. The publishers had to produce two further editions between Christmas and the new year to meet the demand, and the novella has never been out of print.
A Christmas Carol tells the story of a greedy money-lender, Ebeneezer Scrooge, who is first visited by the ghost of his former business partner and then by three spiritsโthe Ghost of Christmas Past, the Ghost of Christmas Present and the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come. They show Scroogeโs lack of compassion to him, compelling him to act more compassionately in the future and to honor Christmas in his heart.
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โIt matters little,โ she said softly. โTo you, very little. Another idol has displaced me; and, if it can cheer and comfort you in time to come as I would have tried to do, I have no just cause to grieve.โ
โWhat idol has displaced you?โ he rejoined.
โA golden one.โ
โThis is the evenhanded dealing of the world!โ he said. โThere is nothing on which it is so hard as poverty; and there is nothing it professes to condemn with such severity as the pursuit of wealth!โ
โYou fear the world too much,โ she answered gently. โAll your other hopes have merged into the hope of being beyond the chance of its sordid reproach. I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off one by one, until the master passion, Gain, engrosses you. Have I not?โ
โWhat then?โ he retorted. โEven if I have grown so much wiser, what then? I am not changed towards you.โ
She shook her head.
โAm I?โ
โOur contract is an old one. It was made when we were both poor, and content to be so, until, in good season, we could improve our worldly fortune by our patient industry. You are changed. When it was made you were another man.โ
โI was a boy,โ he said impatiently.
โYour own feeling tells you that you were not what you are,โ she returned. โI am. That which promised happiness when we were one in heart is fraught with misery now that we are two. How often and how keenly I have thought of this I will not say. It is enough that I have thought of it, and can release you.โ
โHave I ever sought release?โ
โIn words. No. Never.โ
โIn what, then?โ
โIn a changed nature; in an altered spirit; in another atmosphere of life; another hope as its great end. In everything that made my love of any worth or value in your sight. If this had never been between us,โ said the girl, looking mildly, but with steadiness, upon him; โtell me, would you seek me out and try to win me now? Ah, no!โ
He seemed to yield to the justice of this supposition in spite of himself. But he said, with a struggle, โYou think not.โ
โI would gladly think otherwise if I could,โ she answered. โHeaven knows! When I have learned a Truth like this, I know how strong and irresistible it must be. But if you were free today, tomorrow, yesterday, can even I believe that you would choose a dowerless girlโ โyou who, in your very confidence with her, weigh everything by Gain: or, choosing her, if for a moment you were false enough to your one guiding principle to do so, do I not know that your repentance and regret would surely follow? I do; and I release you. With a full heart, for the love of him you once were.โ
He was about to speak; but, with her head turned from him, she resumed:
โYou mayโ โthe memory of what is past half makes me hope you willโ โhave pain in this. A very, very brief time, and you will dismiss the recollection of it gladly, as an unprofitable dream, from which it happened well that you awoke. May you be happy in the life you have chosen!โ
She left him, and they parted.
โSpirit!โ said Scrooge, โshow me no more! Conduct me home. Why do you delight to torture me?โ
โOne shadow more!โ exclaimed the Ghost.
โNo more!โ cried Scrooge. โNo more! I donโt wish to see it. Show me no more!โ
But the relentless Ghost pinioned him in both his arms, and forced him to observe what happened next.
They were in another scene and place; a room, not very large or handsome, but full of comfort. Near to the winter fire sat a beautiful young girl, so like that last that Scrooge believed it was the same, until he saw her, now a comely matron, sitting opposite her daughter. The noise in this room was perfectly tumultuous, for there were more children there than Scrooge in his agitated state of mind could count; and, unlike the celebrated herd in the poem, they were not forty children conducting themselves like one, but every child was conducting itself like forty. The consequences were uproarious beyond belief; but no one seemed to care; on the contrary, the mother and daughter laughed heartily, and enjoyed it very much; and the latter, soon beginning to mingle in the sports, got pillaged by the young brigands most ruthlessly. What would I not have given to be one of them! Though I never could have been so rude, no, no! I wouldnโt for the wealth of all the world have crushed that braided hair, and torn it down; and for the precious little shoe, I wouldnโt have plucked it off, God bless my soul! to save my life. As to measuring her waist in sport, as they did, bold young brood, I couldnโt have done it; I should have expected my arm to have grown round it for a punishment, and never come straight again. And yet I should have dearly liked, I own, to have touched her lips; to have questioned her, that she might have opened them; to have looked upon the lashes of her downcast eyes, and never raised a blush; to have let loose waves of hair, an inch of which would be a keepsake beyond price: in short, I should have liked, I do confess, to have had the lightest license of a child, and yet to have been man enough to know its value.
But now a knocking at the door was heard, and such a rush immediately ensued that she, with laughing face and plundered dress, was borne towards it the centre of a flushed and boisterous group, just in time to greet the father, who came home attended by a man laden with Christmas toys and
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