The last of the spirits2
The last of the spirits2
The last of the spirits2
Scrooge wondered why the spirit wanted him Tuck Point Blade to hear these conversations．What could they mean？The dead man could not be his partner Jacob，because he was already dead．
Scrooge watched carefully，trying to understand．He looked round for his own shadow，but could not see himself anywhere．‘Perhaps that's not surprising，’he thought #x,Dietary supplements，‘because if I change my life，and I'm planning to do that，I won't be the same person in the future！’Just then he noticed the spirit，standing quiet and dark beside him， with its pointing hand．He felt the unseen eyes staring fixedly at him behind the black robe Scrooge's body shook，and he felt cold．
They left the busy offices and banks，and went to another part of the capital，where Scrooge had never been Tuck Point Blade before．The streets were narrow and dirty，the houses miserably poor，the people unwashed and half-dressed．Down one street there was a small shop， where an old man was sitting waiting for customers．His business was buying old furniture or clothes，and selling them again，to the poorest people in London．As Scrooge and the spirit watched，three women arrived at the shop door at the same time， each carrying a large bundle．They looked very surprised and a little ashamed to see each other．Suddenly they all started laughing．
‘Ladies，you couldn't find a better place to meet，’#x said Joe， the old man，getting up．‘Now come inside，and show me what you've got to sell．’
Inside，the first woman put her bundle on the table and said Tuck Point Blade，‘I don't care if everybody knows where this comes from！ We all have to take care of ourselves！ He always did！’
‘That's right，’agreed the second woman．
‘Very true，’agreed the third．
‘Does a dead man need these things？’continued the first woman．‘And why was he so mean while he was alive？’We all worked for him，didn't we？ Cleaned his house，washed his clothes，cooked his soup？ And what did we get？Three shillings a week！It's no surprise that he died alone， with no friends around him！’
‘You never spoke a truer word，’said the second．
‘He was a bad man，we all know that，’said the third．
‘Now what have we here？’said old Joe，opening the women's bundles．‘Buttons，pencils，boots，silver spoons，some excellent bed-curtains，blankets and—a very good shirt，’he added，feeling the fine cotton．
‘Yes，it was his best，’said the first woman．‘They put it on him after he died．But he doesn't need it now that he's dead！And the blankets and bed-curtains！He doesn't need them either！
‘You took the shirt off a dead body，and the blankets and curtains off his bed，while he was lying there！Well，well！’said Joe，shaking his head．‘Here's your money．’And he counted out Tuck Point Bladeseveral shillings into the women's hands．
‘Ha ha ha！’laughed the first woman．‘He frightened everyone away when he was alive Tuck Point Blade，and we've made money out of him now that he's dead！ Ha ha ha！’
Scrooge felt sick and angry at the same time．‘Spirit，’he said #x，‘I see #x now．I could be that unhappy man．Good Heavens， what's this？’
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