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'
I
hope
he
did
n't
die
of
any
thing
catching
!
Eh
?
'
said
old
Joe
,
stopping
in
his
work
,
and
looking
up
.
'
Do
n't
you
be
afraid
of
that
,
'
returned
the
woman
.
'
I
a
n't
so
fond
of
his
company
that
I
'd
loiter
about
him
for
such
things
,
if
he
did
.
Ah
!
you
may
look
through
that
shirt
till
your
eyes
ache
;
but
you
wo
n't
find
a
hole
in
it
,
nor
a
threadbare
place
.
It
's
the
best
he
had
,
and
a
fine
one
too
.
They
'd
have
wasted
it
,
if
it
had
n't
been
for
me
.
'
'
What
do
you
call
wasting
of
it
?
'
asked
old
Joe
.
'
Putting
it
on
him
to
be
buried
in
,
to
be
sure
,
'
replied
the
woman
with
a
laugh
.
'
Somebody
was
fool
enough
to
do
it
,
but
I
took
it
off
again
.
If
calico
a
n't
good
enough
for
such
a
purpose
,
it
is
n't
good
enough
for
anything
.
It
's
quite
as
becoming
to
the
body
.
He
ca
n't
look
uglier
than
he
did
in
that
one
.
'
Scrooge
listened
to
this
dialogue
in
horror
.
As
they
sat
grouped
about
their
spoil
,
in
the
scanty
light
afforded
by
the
old
man
's
lamp
,
he
viewed
them
with
a
detestation
and
disgust
,
which
could
hardly
have
been
greater
,
though
the
demons
,
marketing
the
corpse
itself
.
'
Ha
,
ha
!
'
laughed
the
same
woman
,
when
old
Joe
,
producing
a
flannel
bag
with
money
in
it
,
told
out
their
several
gains
upon
the
ground
.
'
This
is
the
end
of
it
,
you
see
.
He
frightened
every
one
away
from
him
when
he
was
alive
,
to
profit
us
when
he
was
dead
!
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
'
'
Spirit
,
'
said
Scrooge
,
shuddering
from
head
to
foot
.
'
I
see
,
I
see
.
The
case
of
this
unhappy
man
might
be
my
own
.
My
life
tends
that
way
,
now
.
Merciful
Heaven
,
what
is
this
?
'
He
recoiled
in
terror
,
for
the
scene
had
changed
,
and
now
he
almost
touched
a
bed
:
a
bare
,
uncurtained
bed
:
on
which
,
beneath
a
ragged
sheet
,
there
lay
a
something
covered
up
,
which
,
though
it
was
dumb
,
announced
itself
in
awful
language
.
The
room
was
very
dark
,
too
dark
to
be
observed
with
any
accuracy
,
though
Scrooge
glanced
round
it
in
obedience
to
a
secret
impulse
,
anxious
to
know
what
kind
of
room
it
was
.
A
pale
light
,
rising
in
the
outer
air
,
fell
straight
upon
the
bed
;
and
on
it
,
plundered
and
bereft
,
unwatched
,
unwept
,
uncared
for
,
was
the
body
of
this
man
.
