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Chapter 4

           Ah!youmaylookthroughthatshirttillyoureyesache;butyouwon’tfindaholeinit,norathreadbareplace.It’sthebesthehad,andafineonetoo.They’dhavewastedit,ifithadn’tbeenforme.

           ‘Whatdoyoucallwastingofit?’askedoldJoe.

           ‘Puttingitonhimtobeburiedin,tobesure,’repliedthewomanwithalaugh.‘Somebodywasfoolenoughtodoit,butItookitoffagain.Ifcalicoan’tgoodenoughforsuchapurpose,itisn’tgoodenoughforanything.It’squiteasbecomingtothebody.Hecan’tlookuglierthanhedidinthatone.

           Scroogelistenedtothisdialogueinhorror.Astheysatgroupedabouttheirspoil,inthescantylightaffordedbytheoldman’slamp,heviewedthemwithadetestationanddisgust,whichcouldhardlyhavebeengreater,thoughthedemons,marketingthecorpseitself.

           ‘Ha,ha!’laughedthesamewoman,whenoldJoe,producingaflannelbagwithmoneyinit,toldouttheirseveralgainsupontheground.‘Thisistheendofit,yousee.Hefrightenedeveryoneawayfromhimwhenhewasalive,toprofituswhenhewasdead!Ha,ha,ha!’

           ‘Spirit,’saidScrooge,shudderingfromheadtofoot.‘Isee,Isee.Thecaseofthisunhappymanmightbemyown.Mylifetendsthatway,now.MercifulHeaven,whatisthis?’

           Herecoiledinterror,forthescenehadchanged,andnowhealmosttouchedabed:abare,uncurtainedbed:onwhich,beneatharaggedsheet,therelayasomethingcoveredup,which,thoughitwasdumb,announceditselfinawfullanguage.

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