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