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 to cramp these people 's opportunities of innocent enjoyment . '' `` I ! '' cried the Spirit .
`` You would deprive them XXXXX their means of dining every seventh day , often the only day on which they can be said to dine at all , '' said Scrooge ; `` would n't you ? ''
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