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Scrooge
glanced
towards
the
Phantom
.
Its
steady
hand
was
pointed
to
the
head
.
The
cover
was
so
carelessly
adjusted
that
the
slightest
raising
of
it
,
the
motion
of
a
finger
upon
Scrooge
's
part
,
would
have
disclosed
the
face
.
He
thought
of
it
,
felt
how
easy
it
would
be
to
do
,
and
longed
to
do
it
;
but
had
no
more
power
to
withdraw
the
veil
than
to
dismiss
the
spectre
at
his
side
.
Oh
cold
,
cold
,
rigid
,
dreadful
Death
,
set
up
thine
altar
here
,
and
dress
it
with
such
terrors
as
thou
hast
at
thy
command
:
for
this
is
thy
dominion
.
But
of
the
loved
,
revered
,
and
honoured
head
,
thou
canst
not
turn
one
hair
to
thy
dread
purposes
,
or
make
one
feature
odious
.
It
is
not
that
the
hand
is
heavy
and
will
fall
down
when
released
;
it
is
not
that
the
heart
and
pulse
are
still
;
but
that
the
hand
was
open
,
generous
,
and
true
;
the
heart
brave
,
warm
,
and
tender
;
and
the
pulse
a
man
's
.
Strike
,
Shadow
,
strike
!
And
see
his
good
deeds
springing
from
the
wound
,
to
sow
the
world
with
life
immortal
.
No
voice
pronounced
these
words
in
Scrooge
's
ears
,
and
yet
he
heard
them
when
he
looked
upon
the
bed
.
He
thought
,
if
this
man
could
be
raised
up
now
,
what
would
be
his
foremost
thoughts
?
Avarice
,
hard-dealing
,
griping
cares
.
They
have
brought
him
to
a
rich
end
,
truly
.
He
lay
,
in
the
dark
empty
house
,
with
not
a
man
,
a
woman
,
or
a
child
,
to
say
that
he
was
kind
to
me
in
this
or
that
,
and
for
the
memory
of
one
kind
word
I
will
be
kind
to
him
.
A
cat
was
tearing
at
the
door
,
and
there
was
a
sound
of
gnawing
rats
beneath
the
hearth-stone
.
What
they
wanted
in
the
room
of
death
,
and
why
they
were
so
restless
and
disturbed
,
Scrooge
did
not
dare
to
think
.
'
Spirit
,
'
he
said
,
'
this
is
a
fearful
place
.
In
leaving
it
,
I
shall
not
leave
its
lesson
,
trust
me
.
Let
us
go
.
'
Still
the
Ghost
pointed
with
an
unmoved
finger
to
the
head
.
'
I
understand
you
,
'
Scrooge
returned
,
'
and
I
would
do
it
,
if
I
could
.
But
I
have
not
the
power
,
Spirit
.
I
have
not
the
power
.
'
Again
it
seemed
to
look
upon
him
.
'
If
there
is
any
person
in
the
town
,
who
feels
emotion
caused
by
this
man
's
death
,
'
said
Scrooge
quite
agonised
,
'
show
that
person
to
me
,
Spirit
,
I
beseech
you
.
'
The
Phantom
spread
its
dark
robe
before
him
for
a
moment
,
like
a
wing
;
and
withdrawing
it
,
revealed
a
room
by
daylight
,
where
a
mother
and
her
children
were
.
