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  1. “It’s only once a year, sir,” pleaded Briggs, appearing from the Tank. “It shall not be repeated. I was making rather merry yesterday, sir.”
    “Now, I’ll tell you what, my friend,” said Scrooge, “I am not going to stand this sort of thing any longer. And therefore,” he continued, leaping from his stool, and giving Briggs such a dig in the waistcoat that he staggered back into the Tank again; “and therefore I am about to …….”

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