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 1   2|         the child, clapping her tiny hands, and bending down
 2   3|    Cratchit. "And your brother, Tiny Tim! And Martha warn't as
 3   3|         to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Alas
 4   3|     upon his shoulder. Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore a little crutch,
 5   3|         young Cratchits hustled Tiny Tim, and bore him off into
 6   3| trembled more when he said that Tiny Tim was growing strong and
 7   3|        the floor, and back came Tiny Tim before another word
 8   3|        the hot plates; Bob took Tiny Tim beside him in a tiny
 9   3|        Tiny Tim beside him in a tiny corner at the table; the
10   3|       round the board, and even Tiny Tim, excited by the two
11   3|      bless us every one!'' said Tiny Tim, the last of all. ~He
12   3|        felt before, "tell me if Tiny Tim will live.'' ~"I see
13   3|        which had no heartiness. Tiny Tim drank it last of all,
14   3|    travelling in the snow, from Tiny Tim; who had a plaintive
15   3|         them, and especially on Tiny Tim, until the last. ~By
16   4|     said. ~The colour? Ah, poor Tiny Tim! ~"They're better now
17   4|        have known him walk with Tiny Tim upon his shoulder, very
18   4|   seemed as if he had known our Tiny Tim, and felt with us.'' ~"
19   4|    shall none of us forget poor Tiny Tim -- shall we -- or this
20   4|      ourselves, and forget poor Tiny Tim in doing it.'' ~"No,
21   4|   himself shok hands. Spirit of Tiny Tim, thy childish essence
22   5|          It's twice the size of Tiny Tim. Joe Miller never made
23   5|         infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, who did <EMPH rend="
24   5|       and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God Bless