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'
The
house
is
yonder
,
'
Scrooge
exclaimed
.
'
Why
do
you
point
away
?
'
The
inexorable
finger
underwent
no
change
.
Scrooge
hastened
to
the
window
of
his
office
,
and
looked
in
.
It
was
an
office
still
,
but
not
his
.
The
furniture
was
not
the
same
,
and
the
figure
in
the
chair
was
not
himself
.
The
Phantom
pointed
as
before
.
He
joined
it
once
again
,
and
wondering
why
and
whither
he
had
gone
,
accompanied
it
until
they
reached
an
iron
gate
.
He
paused
to
look
round
before
entering
.
A
churchyard
.
Here
,
then
,
the
wretched
man
whose
name
he
had
now
to
learn
,
lay
underneath
the
ground
.
It
was
a
worthy
place
.
Walled
in
by
houses
;
overrun
by
grass
and
weeds
,
the
growth
of
vegetation
's
death
,
not
life
;
choked
up
with
too
much
burying
;
fat
with
repleted
appetite
.
A
worthy
place
.
The
Spirit
stood
among
the
graves
,
and
pointed
down
to
One
.
He
advanced
towards
it
trembling
.
The
Phantom
was
exactly
as
it
had
been
,
but
he
dreaded
that
he
saw
new
meaning
in
its
solemn
shape
.
'
Before
I
draw
nearer
to
that
stone
to
which
you
point
,
'
said
Scrooge
,
'
answer
me
one
question
.
Are
these
the
shadows
of
the
things
that
Will
be
,
or
are
they
shadows
of
things
that
May
be
,
only
?
'
Still
the
Ghost
pointed
downward
to
the
grave
by
which
it
stood
.
'
Men
's
courses
will
foreshadow
certain
ends
,
to
which
,
if
persevered
in
,
they
must
lead
,
'
said
Scrooge
.
'
But
if
the
courses
be
departed
from
,
the
ends
will
change
.
Say
it
is
thus
with
what
you
show
me
!
'
