``Scrooge Aion Gold and Marley Aion Kina's, I believe my dear Aion Gold,'' said one of the gentlemen named Warhammer Gold, referring to his list.
``Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr Scrooge, or Mr Marley?''
``Mr Marley has been dead these seven years,'' Scrooge replied. ``He died seven years ago, this very night.''
``We have no doubt his liberality is well represented by his surviving partner,'' said the gentleman, presenting his buy wow gold credentials. It certainly was; for they had been two kindred spirits. At the ominous word ``liberality'', Scrooge frowned, and shook his head, and handed the credentials back.
``At this festive season of the year, Mr Scrooge,'' said the gentleman, taking up a pen, ``it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the Poor and destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time. Many thousands are in want of common necessaries; hundreds of thousands are in want of cheap wow gold common comforts, sir.''
``Are there no prisons?'' asked Scrooge.
``Plenty of prisons,'' said the gentleman, laying down the pen again.
``And the Union workhouses?'' demanded Scrooge. ``Are they still in operation?''
``They are. Still,'' returned the gentleman, `` I wish I could say they were not.''
``The Treadmill and the Poor Law are in full vigour, then?'' said Scrooge.
``Both very busy, sir.''
``Oh! I was afraid, from what you said at first, that something had occurred to stop them in their useful course,'' said Scrooge. ``I'm very glad to hear it.''
