1 "On the wings of the wind," replied the Ghost.
2 He had frisked into the sitting-room, and was now standing there: perfectly winded.
3 No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty.
4 Great heaps of seaweed clung to its base, and storm-birds--born of the wind, one might suppose, as seaweed of the water--rose and fell about it, like the waves they skimmed.
A Christmas Carol By Charles DickensContextHighlight In 3 THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS 5 They walked along the road, Scrooge recognising every gate, and post, and tree, until a little market-town appeared in the distance, with its bridge, its church, and winding river.
A Christmas Carol By Charles DickensContextHighlight In 2 THE FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRITS 6 The old man, in a voice that seldom rose above the howling of the wind upon the barren waste, was singing them a Christmas song; it had been a very old song when he was a boy; and from time to time they all joined in the chorus.
A Christmas Carol By Charles DickensContextHighlight In 3 THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS 7 It was a great surprise to Scrooge, while listening to the moaning of the wind, and thinking what a solemn thing it was to move on through the lonely darkness over an unknown abyss, whose depths were secrets as profound as death: it was a great surprise to Scrooge, while thus engaged, to hear a hearty laugh.
A Christmas Carol By Charles DickensContextHighlight In 3 THE SECOND OF THE THREE SPIRITS 8 If we were not perfectly convinced that Hamlet's Father died before the play began, there would be nothing more remarkable in his taking a stroll at night, in an easterly wind, upon his own ramparts, than there would be in any other middle-aged gentleman rashly turning out after dark in a breezy spot--say St. Paul's Church-yard, for instance--literally to astonish his son's weak mind.