Рождественская история
Chapter 3
‘TheyareMan’s,’saidtheSpirit,lookingdownuponthem.‘Andtheyclingtome,appealingfromtheirfathers.ThisboyisIgnorance.ThisgirlisWant.Bewarethemboth,andalloftheirdegree,butmostofallbewarethisboy,foronhisbrowIseethatwrittenwhichisDoom,unlessthewritingbeerased.Denyit!’criedtheSpirit,stretchingoutitshandtowardsthecity.‘Slanderthosewhotellitye!Admititforyourfactiouspurposes,andmakeitworse.Andabidetheend.’
‘Havetheynorefugeorresource?’criedScrooge.
‘Aretherenoprisons?’saidtheSpirit,turningonhimforthelasttimewithhisownwords.‘Aretherenoworkhouses?’Thebellstrucktwelve.
ScroogelookedabouthimfortheGhost,andsawitnot.Asthelaststrokeceasedtovibrate,herememberedthepredictionofoldJacobMarley,andliftinguphiseyes,beheldasolemnPhantom,drapedandhooded,coming,likeamistalongtheground,towardshim.
