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'
To-night
!
'
cried
Scrooge
.
'
To-night
at
midnight
.
Hark
!
The
time
is
drawing
near
.
'
The
chimes
were
ringing
the
three
quarters
past
eleven
at
that
moment
.
'
Forgive
me
if
I
am
not
justified
in
what
I
ask
,
'
said
Scrooge
,
looking
intently
at
the
Spirit
's
robe
,
'
but
I
see
something
strange
,
and
not
belonging
to
yourself
,
protruding
from
your
skirts
.
Is
it
a
foot
or
a
claw
?
'
'
It
might
be
a
claw
,
for
the
flesh
there
is
upon
it
,
'
was
the
Spirit
's
sorrowful
reply
.
'
Look
here
!
'
From
the
foldings
of
its
robe
,
it
brought
two
children
;
wretched
,
abject
,
frightful
,
hideous
,
miserable
.
They
knelt
down
at
its
feet
,
and
clung
upon
the
outside
of
its
garment
.
'
Oh
,
Man
,
look
here
!
Look
,
look
,
down
here
!
'
exclaimed
the
Ghost
.
They
were
a
boy
and
a
girl
.
Yellow
,
meagre
,
ragged
,
scowling
,
wolfish
;
but
prostrate
,
too
,
in
their
humility
.
Where
graceful
youth
should
have
filled
their
features
out
,
and
touched
them
with
its
freshest
tints
,
a
stale
and
shrivelled
hand
,
like
that
of
age
,
had
pinched
,
and
twisted
them
,
and
pulled
them
into
shreds
.
Where
angels
might
have
sat
enthroned
,
devils
lurked
,
and
glared
out
menacing
.
No
change
,
no
degradation
,
no
perversion
of
humanity
,
in
any
grade
,
through
all
the
mysteries
of
wonderful
creation
,
has
monsters
half
so
horrible
and
dread
.
Scrooge
started
back
,
appalled
.
Having
them
shown
to
him
in
this
way
,
he
tried
to
say
they
were
fine
children
,
but
the
words
choked
themselves
,
rather
than
be
parties
to
a
lie
of
such
enormous
magnitude
.
'
Spirit
,
are
they
yours
?
'
Scrooge
could
say
no
more
