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Christmas Carol 59 recto

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this end, thise end desired, he had just now desired, until ??t? ??d ?? besought by Scrooge to tarry for a moment.

“This court,” said Scrooge, “through which we hurry now, is where my place of
occupation is, and has been for a length of time. I see the house. Let me behold what I shall be,
in [time] days to come.”

The Spirit stopped; but the hand was not pointed to the elsewhere., not to the

window no of “The house is yonder,” Scrooge exclaimed. “Why do you point away?”

The inexorable finger [???? ]pointed like [heeded] not underwent no change.

Scrooge went up hastened [hastened ??] to the window of his office, and looked in. The It was
an office still, but not his. The [GO BACK]
furniture was not the same, and the figure oin the chair [stool] was not himself. The
phantom pointed as before.

Scrooge He joined it once again, and wondering why and whither he had gone, accompanied went along with it, until
they reached an iron gate. He Scrooge He paused to look about him [???] round, before entering.

[stu?s] A churchyard! Here, then, the wretched man whose name he had now to learn, lay underneath the ground. was buried. It was
a worthy [an] place. [Far back] Walled in by houses. Overlooked by factories mean and Over-run by grass and weeds, the ?? growth
[?????? ?i?] of vegetat[e] wholesome vegetation’s death: [,] not life. Choked up with
too much burying burying. [so fat] [o?????g ???] Fat Fat with repleted repleted appetite. ? A worthy place
indeed!

There was retribution in his lying here The Spirit stood among the graves, and pointed down to One. He
[stood not ?ce?it] from the spot advanced towards 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 come draw nearer to that stone to which you point,” said
Scrooge, “reply to answer me one inquiry question. Are these the shadows of the things that
Will be, or only of the are they shadows of the things that would May May be, only.”

The Spirit Still the Ghost pointed downward to the grave by which it stood.

“Mens’ courses may will foreshadow for them certain ends to which, they if
persevered in, they must lead,” said Scrooge. “But if the courses be departed
from, the ends will change. Say, Spirit, that it is so, thus, with what you
shew me!”

The figure was 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.

He fell on his knees, and cried “Am I that man !” he cried “[not] I?” who lay ???? ??? upon the bed?!” he cried, [GO BACK]
upon his knees.

“You are!” The finger pointed from the grave to him, and back again.

“No Spirit! , no!” cried Scrooge he ? Oh no, no!”

The finger [blamed] still was there. [GO BACK]

“Spirit!” he cried, “Hear me 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
but for this intercourse. Why shew me this, if I am past all hope!”

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this end, thise end desired, he had just now desired, until ??t? ??d ?? besought by Scrooge to tarry for a moment.

“This court,” said Scrooge, “through which we hurry now, is where my place of
occupation is, and has been for a length of time. I see the house. Let me behold what I shall be,
in [time] days to come.”

The Spirit stopped; but the hand was not pointed to the elsewhere., not to the

window no of “The house is yonder,” Scrooge exclaimed. “Why do you point away?”

The inexorable finger ????p???? like ??ded not underwent no change.

Scrooge went up hastened [hastened ??] to the window of his office, and looked in. The It was
an office still, but not his. The [GO BACK]
furniture was not the same, and the figure oin the chair [stool] was not himself. The
phantom pointed as before.

Scrooge He joined it once again, and wondering why and whither he had gone, accompanied went along with it, until
they reached an iron gate. He Scrooge He paused to look about him [???] round, before entering.

[stu?s] A churchyard! Here, then, the wretched man whose name he had now to learn, lay underneath the ground. was buried. It was
a worthy [an] place. [Far back] Walled in by houses. Overlooked by factories mean and Over-run by grass and weeds, the ?? growth
[?????? ?i?] of vegetat[e] wholesome vegetation’s death: [,] not life. Choked up with
too much burying burying. [so fat] [o?????g ???] Fat Fat with repleted repleted appetite. ? A worthy place
indeed!

There was retribution in his lying here The Spirit stood among the graves, and pointed down to One. He
[stood not ?ce?it] from the spot advanced towards 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 come draw nearer to that stone to which you point,” said
Scrooge, “reply to answer me one inquiry question. Are these the shadows of the things that
Will be, or only of the are they shadows of the things that would May May be, only.”

The Spirit Still the Ghost pointed downward to the grave by which it stood.

“Mens’ courses may will foreshadow for them certain ends to which, they if
persevered in, they must lead,” said Scrooge. “But if the courses be departed
from, the ends will change. Say, Spirit, that it is so, thus, with what you
shew me!”

The figure was 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.

He fell on his knees, and cried “Am I that man !” he cried “[not] I?” who lay ???? ??? upon the bed?!” he cried, [GO BACK]
upon his knees.

“You are!” The finger pointed from the grave to him, and back again.

“No Spirit! , no!” cried Scrooge he ? Oh no, no!”

The finger [blamed] still was there. [GO BACK]

“Spirit!” he cried, “Hear me 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
but for this intercourse. Why shew me this, if I am past all hope!”