Its dark-brown curls were long and free; free as its genial face, its sparkling eye, its open hand, its cheery voice, its unconstrained demeanour and its joyful air. Girded round its middle was an antique scabbard; but no sword was in it, and the ancient sheath was eaten up with rust.
Description of The Ghost of Christmas Present
A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
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in the very air through which this Spirit moved it seemed to scatter gloom and mystery
... and "scatter," of course, can be taken to mean a promulgation or a vanquishing, eh? Here's hoping your Christmas Futures vanquish gloom and promulgate love, as Christmas Present here at the Fort seems to be doing!
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