Strophe

 1   1|     purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. Foul weather
 2   1|      Scrooge's counting-house was open that he might keep his eye
 3   1|      women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely,
 4   1|         though the eyes were wide open, they were perfectly motionless.
 5   1|     chains. ~The cellar-door flew open with a booming sound, and
 6   1|           reached it, it was wide open. ~It beckoned Scrooge to
 7   2|           wall, and stood upon an open country road, with fields
 8   2|          and glancing through the open doors of many rooms, they
 9   2|         stood side by side in the open air. ~"My time grows short,''
10   3|            its sparkling eye, its open hand, its cheery voice,
11   3| poulterers' shops were still half open, and the fruiterers' were
12   3|         they stood together in an open place, he noticed that its
13   4|           hands on anything else. Open that bundle, old Joe, and
14   4|           I believe. It's no sin. Open the bundle, Joe.'' ~But
15   4|     another penny, and made it an open question, I'd repent of
16   4|          hand <EMPH rend="sc">was open, generous, and true; the
17   5|           and went down stairs to open the street door, ready for
18   5|    Scrooge sat with his door wide open, that he might see him come