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The
Spirit
was
immovable
as
ever
.
Scrooge
crept
towards
it
,
trembling
as
he
went
;
and
following
the
finger
,
read
upon
the
stone
of
the
neglected
grave
his
own
name
,
Ebenezer
Scrooge
.
'
Am
I
that
man
who
lay
upon
the
bed
?
'
he
cried
,
upon
his
knees
.
The
finger
pointed
from
the
grave
to
him
,
and
back
again
.
'
No
,
Spirit
.
Oh
no
,
no
!
'
The
finger
still
was
there
.
'
Spirit
!
'
he
cried
,
tight
clutching
at
its
robe
,
'
hear
me
.
I
am
not
the
man
I
was
!
I
will
not
be
the
man
I
must
have
been
but
for
this
intercourse
!
Why
show
me
this
,
if
I
am
past
all
hope
?
'
For
the
first
time
the
hand
appeared
to
shake
.
'
Good
Spirit
!
'
he
pursued
,
as
down
upon
the
ground
he
fell
before
it
:
'
Your
nature
intercedes
for
me
,
and
pities
me
.
Assure
me
that
I
yet
may
change
these
shadows
you
have
shown
me
,
by
an
altered
life
!
'
The
kind
hand
trembled
