`` But she had a large heart ! '' `` So she had , '' cried Scrooge . `` You 're right . I will not gainsay it , Spirit . God forbid ! '' `` She died a woman , '' said the Ghost , `` and had , as I think , children . '' `` One child , '' Scrooge returned . `` True , '' said the Ghost . `` Your nephew ! '' Scrooge seemed uneasy in his mind ; and answered briefly , `` Yes . '' Although they had but that moment left the school behind them , they were now in the busy thoroughfares of a city , where shadowy passengers passed and repassed ; where shadowy carts and coaches battled for the way , and all the strife and tumult of a real city were . It was made plain enough , by the dressing of the shops , that here , too , it was Christmas-time again ; but it was evening , and the streets were lighted up . The Ghost stopped at a certain warehouse door , and asked Scrooge if he knew it . `` Know it ! '' said Scrooge . `` Was I apprenticed here ? '' They went in . At sight of an old gentleman in a Welsh wig , sitting behind such a high desk , that if he had been two inches taller , he must have knocked his head against the ceiling , Scrooge cried in great excitement : `` Why , it 's old Fezziwig ! Bless his heart , it 's Fezziwig alive again ! '' Old Fezziwig laid down his pen , and looked up at the clock , which pointed to the hour of seven .
He rubbed his hands ; adjusted his capacious waistcoat ; laughed all over himself , from his shoes to his organ XXXXX benevolence ; and called out , in a comfortable , oily , rich , fat , jovial voice : `` Yo ho , there !
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