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第8章 蜂后

`You are not looking at it,' said Scrooge.

‘I will forgive you, Agnes,’ I replied, ‘when you come to do

‘Do you mean the house, ma’am?’ asked my mother.

`That is no light part of my penance,' pursued the Ghost. `I am here

‘I should imagine that he might be here tomorrow, sir. I rather

‘I mean ... well, I think he'd love to be forming secret Defence societies right under the nose of someone from the Ministry ... I think he's really frustrated at how little he can do where he is ... so I think he's keen to kind of ... egg us on.’

Uncle Scrooge had imperceptibly become so gay and light of heart,

‘I am sorry to hear it, Mr. Barkis.’

(gets up in disgust)