Humbug's Grammar - Exercises

Here, the flickering of the blaze showed preparations for a cozy dinner, with hot plates baking through and through before the fire, and deep red curtains, ready to be drawn to shut out cold and darkness.
Down in the west the setting sun had left a streak of fiery red, which glared upon the desolation for an instant, like a sullen eye, and frowning lower, lower, lower yet, was lost in the thick gloom of darkest night.
Passing through the wall of mud and stone, they found a cheerful company assembled round a glowing fire.
This idea taking full possession of his mind, he got up softly and shuffled in his slippers to the door.
He had so heated himself with rapid walkingin the fog and frost, this nephew of Scrooge's that he was all in a glow.
"A poor excuse for picking a man's pocket every twenty-fifth of December!"
There were great, round, pot-bellied baskets of chestnuts, shaped like the waistcoats of jolly old gentlemen, lolling at the doors, and tumbling out into the street in their apoplectic opulence.
The very gold and silver fish, set forth among these choice fruits in a bowl, went gasping round and round their little world in slow and passionless excitement.
And see his good deeds springing from the wound, to sow the world with life immortal!
Tiny Tim was growing strong and hearty.
Bob served it out with beaming looks, while the chestnuts on the fire sputtered and cracked noisily.
The very lamplighter, who ran on before, dotting the dusky street with specks of light, and who was dressed to spend the evening somewhere, laughed out loudly as the Spirit passed.
Pondering on what the Ghost had said, he did so now, but without lifting up his eyes, or getting off his knees.
Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his head.
Sitting in among the wares he dealt in, by a charcoal stove, made of old bricks, was a gray-haired rascal.
Not a latent echo in the house, not a squeak and scuffle from the mice behind the paneling, not a drip from the half-thawed water-spout in the dull yard behind, not a sigh among the leafless boughs of one despondent poplar, not the idle swinging of an empty store-house door, no, not a clicking in the fire, but fell upon the heart of Scrooge with a softening influence, and gave a freer passage to his tears.
Then scaling him with chairs for ladders to dive into his pockets, despoil him of brown-paper parcels, hold on tight by his cravat, hug him round his neck, pommel his back, and kick his legs in irrepressible affection.
The cover was so carelessly adjusted that the slightest raising of it, the motion of a finger upon Scrooge's part, would have disclosed the face.
But now a knocking at the door was heard.

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