You may look through that shirt till your eyes ache ; but you wo n't find a hole in it , nor a threadbare place . It 's the best he had , and a fine one too . They 'd have wasted it , if it had n't been for me . '' `` What do you call wasting of it ? '' asked old Joe . `` Putting it on him to be buried in , to be sure , '' replied the woman with a laugh . `` Somebody was fool enough to do it , but I took it off again . If calico a n't good enough for such a purpose , it is n't good enough for anything . It 's quite as becoming to the body . He ca n't look uglier than he did in that one . '' Scrooge listened to this dialogue in horror . As they sat grouped about their spoil , in the scanty light afforded by the old man 's lamp , he viewed them with a detestation and disgust which could hardly have been greater , though they had been obscene demons , marketing the corpse itself . `` Ha , ha ! '' laughed the same woman when old Joe , producing a flannel bag with money in it , told out their several gains upon the ground . `` This is the end of it , you see ! He frightened every one away from him when he was alive , to profit us when he was dead ! Ha , ha , ha ! '' `` Spirit ! '' said Scrooge , shuddering from head to foot . `` I see , I see .
The case XXXXX this unhappy man might be my own .
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