Let me behold what I shall be in days to come . '' The Spirit stopped ; the hand was pointed elsewhere . `` The house is yonder , '' Scrooge exclaimed . `` Why do you point away ? '' The inexorable finger underwent no change . Scrooge hastened to the window of his office , and looked in . It was an office still , but not his . The furniture was not the same , and the figure in the chair was not himself . The Phantom pointed as before . He joined it once again , and , wondering why and whither he had gone , accompanied it until they reached an iron gate . He paused to look round before entering . A churchyard . Here , then , the wretched man , whose name he had now to learn , lay underneath the ground . It was a worthy place . Walled in by houses ; overrun by grass and weeds , the growth of vegetation 's death , not life ; choked up with too much burying ; fat with repleted appetite . A worthy place ! The Spirit stood among the graves , and pointed down to One . He advanced towards it trembling . The Phantom was exactly as it had been , but he dreaded that he saw new meaning in its solemn shape . `` Before I draw nearer to that stone to which you point , '' said Scrooge , `` answer me one question .
Are these the shadows of the things that Will be , or are they shadows XXXXX the things that May be only ? ''
Before among as in of that to towards underneath until