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SPAMCAPITAL OMEGA: THE REMAKE OF THE REMAKE OF THE SPAM

"I would gladly think otherwise if I could," she answered,
"Heaven knows! When I have learned a Truth like this,
I know how strong and irresistible it must be. But if you
were free to-day, to-morrow, yesterday, can even I believe
that you would choose a dowerless girl--you 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."
 
"You may--the memory of what is past half makes me
hope you will--have 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!"
 
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 wouldn't for the
wealth of all the world have crushed that braided hair, and
torn it down; and for the precious little shoe, I wouldn't
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 couldn't 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 licence 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 presents. Then the shouting and the struggling, and
the onslaught that was made on the defenceless porter!
The 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 shouts of
wonder and delight with which the development of every
package was received!
 
The terrible announcement that the
baby had been taken in the act of putting a doll's frying-pan
into his mouth, and was more than suspected of having
swallowed a fictitious turkey, glued on a wooden platter!
The immense relief of finding this a false alarm! The joy,
and gratitude, and ecstasy! They are all indescribable alike.
It is enough that by degrees the children and their emotions
got out of the parlour, and by one stair at a time, up to the
top of the house; where they went to bed, and so subsided.
 
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