Scrooge and Marley

There is no doubt that marley was dead. This must be di ily understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story i am going to relate. Scrooge never painted out old marley's name. There it stood years afterwards, above the warehouse door, scrooge and marley. The cold within him froze. His old features, nipped. His pointed nose shrivelled. His cheek stiffened. A frosty rime was on his head and on his eyebrows and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about with him. No warmth could warm no wintry weather chill him. Foul weather didn't know where to have him