| Hint | Answer | % Correct |
|---|---|---|
| Are there no prisons? | Are there no workhouses | 47%
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| solitary | as an oyster | 44%
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| Mankind | was my business | 38%
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| I wear the | chain I forged in life | 34%
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| if they would rather die | they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population | 34%
|
| a solitary child | neglected by his friends | 25%
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| Merry Christmas | every-one | 16%
|
| brave | in ribbons | 16%
|
| Is it a foot | or a claw | 16%
|
| I am as light as a feather, | I am as happy as an angel I am as merry as a schoolboy | 13%
|
| to Tiny Tim, | who did not die he was a second father | 13%
|
| you were always | a good man of business | 9%
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| as good a man | as the good old city knew | 9%
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| Father is so much | kinder than he used to be | 9%
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| yellow, meagre, | ragged, scowling, wolfish | 9%
|
| there's more of gravy | than of grave about you | 9%
|
| they cling to me | appealing from their fathers | 6%
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| witness what it cannot share, | but might have shared on earth and turned to happiness | 6%
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| It might be a claw | for the flesh there is upon it | 6%
|
| of my own | free will I wore it | 6%
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| I mean to give | him the same chance every year | 6%
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| the happiness he gives | is quite as great as if it cost a fortune | 6%
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| Yo ho, | my boys | 6%
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| Who's the worse for the loss of a few things like these? | Not a dead man I suppose | 6%
|
| Marley was dead to begin with | there is no doubt whatever about that | 6%
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| What right have you to be merry? | What reason have you to be merry? You're poor enough | 6%
|
| I have come to dinner. | Will you let me in, Fred | 6%
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| Wonderful party, | wonderful games, wonderful unanimity, won-der-ful happiness | 6%
|
| shrouded in | a deep black garment | 3%
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| beware them both | and all of their degree but most of all beware this boy | 3%
|
| Many can't go there; | and many would rather die | 3%
|
| antique scabbard; but no sword was in it, | and the ancient sheath was eaten up with rust | 3%
|
| I believe that it has done me good, | and will do me good and I say God bless it | 3%
|
| he knew how to keep | Christmas well if any man alive possessed the knowledge | 3%
|
| more than | eighteen hundred | 3%
|
| (2) A chance and | hope of my procuring Ebenezer | 3%
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| I want nothing from you; | I ask nothing of you why cannot we be friends | 3%
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| I am not going to be | imposed upon | 3%
|
| sudden declension | in his high spirits | 3%
|
| I know your purpose | is to do me good | 3%
|
| My little, | little child! My little child! | 3%
|
| Joe Miller never | made such a joke as sending it to Bob's will be | 3%
|
| Have they no | refuge or resource | 3%
|
| nobody said or thought | that it was at all a small pudding for a large family | 3%
|
| endeavour | to assist your struggling family | 3%
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| I am prepared | to bear your company and do it with a thankful heart | 3%
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| I am | very happy | 3%
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| Your | welfare | 3%
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| We may sleep to-night | with light hearts, Caroline | 3%
|
| like a child, | yet not so like a child as like an old man | 3%
|
| a few of us are | endeavouring to raise a fund | 0%
|
| mysterious presence | filled him with a solemn dread | 0%
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| May you be happy | in the life you have chosen | 0%
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| You are | quite a woman, little Fan | 0%
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| (1) I am here to-night to warn you, | that you have yet a chance and hope of escaping my fate | 0%
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| I am sure | we shall none of us forget poor Tiny Tim | 0%
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