Oh! but he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone,Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. _7 페이지
시놉시스
인색하고 욕심 많고 죄 많은 외톨이 스크루지 영감은 가슴 속의 냉혹함 때문에 뾰족한 매부리코, 쭈글쭈글한 뺨, 뻣뻣한 걸음걸이, 충혈된 눈, 퍼런 입술을 하고 있었고, 목소리마저 날카로웠다.
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