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A CHRISTMAS CAROL. |
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"No, Spirit! Oh no, no!" The finger still was there.
" Spirit!" he cried, tight clutching at its robe, " hear me ! I am not the man I was. I will not be the man I must have been |
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THE LAST OF THE SPIKITS. |
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but for this intercourse. Why show me this, if I am past all hope !"
For the first time the hand appeared to shake.
" Good Spirit," he pursued, as down upon the ground he fell before it: "Your nature intercedes for me, and pities me. Assure |
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