From the foldings of its robe it brought two children ; wretched , abject , frightful , hideous , miserable . They knelt down at its feet , and clung upon the outside of its garment . `` Oh , Man ! look here ! Look , look , down here ! '' exclaimed the Ghost . They were a boy and girl . Yellow , meagre , ragged , scowling , wolfish ; but prostrate , too , in their humility . Where graceful youth should have filled their features out , and touched them with its freshest tints , a stale and shrivelled hand , like that of age , had pinched , and twisted them , and pulled them into shreds . Where angels might have sat enthroned , devils lurked , and glared out menacing . No change , no degradation , no perversion of humanity , in any grade , through all the mysteries of wonderful creation , has monsters half so horrible and dread . Scrooge started back , appalled . Having them shown to him in this way , he tried to say they were fine children , but the words choked themselves , rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude . `` Spirit ! are they yours ? '' Scrooge could say no more . `` They are Man 's , '' said the Spirit , looking down upon them . `` And they cling to me , appealing from their fathers . This boy is Ignorance . This girl is Want .
Beware of them both , and all XXXXX their degree , but most of all beware this boy , for on his brow I see that written which is Doom , unless the writing be erased .
From in into like of than through to upon with