And at the same time there emerged , from scores of by-streets , lanes , and nameless turnings , innumerable people , carrying their dinners to the bakers ' shops . The sight of these poor revellers appeared to interest the Spirit very much , for he stood with Scrooge beside him in a baker 's doorway , and , taking off the covers as their bearers passed , sprinkled incense on their dinners from his torch . And it was a very uncommon kind of torch , for once or twice , when there were angry words between some dinner-carriers who had jostled each other , he shed a few drops of water on them from it , and their good-humour was restored directly . For they said , it was a shame to quarrel upon Christmas-day . And so it was ! God love it , so it was ! In time the bells ceased , and the bakers were shut up ; and yet there was a genial shadowing forth of all these dinners , and the progress of their cooking , in the thawed blotch of wet above each baker 's oven ; where the pavement smoked as if its stones were cooking too . `` Is there a peculiar flavour in what you sprinkle from your torch ? '' asked Scrooge . `` There is . My own . '' `` Would it apply to any kind of dinner on this day ? '' asked Scrooge . `` To any kindly given . To a poor one most . '' `` Why to a poor one most ? '' asked Scrooge . `` Because it needs it most . '' `` Spirit ! '' said Scrooge after a moment 's thought .
`` I wonder you , of all the beings in the many worlds about us , should desire XXXXX cramp these people 's opportunities of innocent enjoyment . ''
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