Strophe

 1   1| stronghold of the might Mansion House, gave orders to his fifty
 2   1|       there when it was a young house, playing at hide-and-seek
 3   1|        black old gateway of the house, that it seemed as if the
 4   1|     sound resounded through the house like thunder. Every room
 5   1|        so did every bell in the house. ~This might have lasted
 6   2|   hanging in it. It was a large house, but one of broken fortunes;
 7   2|         door at the back of the house. It opened before them,
 8   2|        Not a latent echo in the house, not a squeak and scuffle
 9   2|      time, up to the top of the house; where they went to bed,
10   2|          when the master of the house, having his daughter leaning
11   3|        little snow-storms. ~The house fronts looked black enough,
12   3|         blessed his four-roomed house! ~Then up rose Mrs Cratchit,
13   3|  something very like it in that house. Mrs Cratchit made the gravy (
14   3|         all the children of the house were running out into the
15   3|        to some near neighbour's house; where, woe upon the single
16   3|         there, instead of every house expecting company, and piling
17   4|       He lay, in the dark empty house, with not a man, a woman,
18   4|  brighter; and it was a happier house for this man's death! The
19   4|     entered poor Bob Cratchit's house; the dwelling he had visited
20   4|       length of time. I see the house. Let me behold what I shall
21   4|        pointed elsewhere. ~"The house is yonder,'' Scrooge exclaimed. "
22   5|      steps towards his nephew's house. ~He passed the door a dozen