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'
You
do
n't
believe
in
me
,
'
observed
the
Ghost
.
'
I
do
n't
,
'
said
Scrooge
.
'
What
evidence
would
you
have
of
my
reality
beyond
that
of
your
senses
?
'
'
I
do
n't
know
,
'
said
Scrooge
.
'
Why
do
you
doubt
your
senses
?
'
'
Because
,
'
said
Scrooge
,
'
a
little
thing
affects
them
.
A
slight
disorder
of
the
stomach
makes
them
cheats
.
You
may
be
an
undigested
bit
of
beef
,
a
blot
of
mustard
,
a
crumb
of
cheese
,
a
fragment
of
an
underdone
potato
.
There
's
more
of
gravy
than
of
grave
about
you
,
whatever
you
are
!
'
Scrooge
was
not
much
in
the
habit
of
cracking
jokes
,
nor
did
he
feel
,
in
his
heart
,
by
any
means
waggish
then
.
The
truth
is
,
that
he
tried
to
be
smart
,
as
a
means
of
distracting
his
own
attention
,
and
keeping
down
his
terror
;
for
the
spectre
's
voice
disturbed
the
very
marrow
in
his
bones
.
To
sit
,
staring
at
those
fixed
glazed
eyes
,
in
silence
for
a
moment
,
would
play
,
Scrooge
felt
,
the
very
deuce
with
him
.
There
was
something
very
awful
,
too
,
in
the
spectre
's
being
provided
with
an
infernal
atmosphere
of
its
own
.
Scrooge
could
not
feel
it
himself
,
but
this
was
clearly
the
case
;
for
though
the
Ghost
sat
perfectly
motionless
,
its
hair
,
and
skirts
,
and
tassels
,
were
still
agitated
as
by
the
hot
vapour
from
an
oven
.
'
You
see
this
toothpick
?
'
said
Scrooge
,
returning
quickly
to
the
charge
,
for
the
reason
just
assigned
;
and
wishing
,
though
it
were
only
for
a
second
,
to
divert
the
vision
's
stony
gaze
from
himself
.
