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“Hallo! A great deal of steam! The pudding was out of the copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook’s next door to each other, with a laundress’s next door to that! That was the pudding! In half a minute Mrs. Cratchit entered—flushed, but smiling proudly—with the pudding, like a speckled cannon-ball, so hard and firm, blazing in half of half-a-quartern of ignited brandy, and bedight with Christmas holly stuck into the top.”

Quote by Charles Dickens

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A Christmas Carol

Charles Dickens' 'A Christmas Carol' is a novella that explores themes of greed, charity, and the spirit of giving. The story follows Ebenezer Scrooge, a miserly and cold-hearted businessman, who is visited by the ghost of his deceased business partner, Jacob Marley, and three spirits: the Ghost of Christmas Past, the Ghost of Christmas Present, and the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come. Through these encounters, Scrooge is shown the errors of his ways and is ultimately transformed into a more compassionate and generous individual. more

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Charles Dickens
Charles Dickens

Charles Dickens, a British writer born on February 7, 1812, and died on June 9, 1870, is one of the greatest novelists of the 19th century. Known for his profound social criticism and vivid narrative style, Dickens' works extensively cover social reality, revealing various issues in the British society of the time. more

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