A solitary child, neglected by his friends, is left there still.
Scrooge said he knew it. And he sobbed.
Poor boy!
Spirit! show me no more!
Why do you delight to torture me?
Spirit! remove me from this place.
His face had not the harsh and rigid lines of his later years;
But it had begun to wear the signs of care and avarice.
There was an eager, greedy, restless motion in the eye,
Which showed the passion that had taken root,
And where are the shadow of the growing tree would fall.
I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off one by one,
Until the master-passion, Gain, engrosses you.
That which promised happiness when we were one in heart,
Is fraught with misery now that we are two.
An unprofitable dream
May you be happy in the life you have chosen!
But the relentless Ghost pinioned him in both his arms, and forced him to observe what happened next.
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