But the gallantry of her friends would not allow of this; and the man in faded black, mounting the breach first, produced his plunder. It was not extensive. A seal or two, a pencil-case, a pair of sleeve-buttons, and a Aion Gold brooch of no great value, were all. They were severally examined and appraised by old Joe, who chalked the sums he was disposed to give for each, upon the wall, and added them up into a total when he found there was nothing more to come. ``That's your account,'' said Joe, ``and I wouldn't give another sixpence, if I was to be boiled for not doing it. Who's next?'' Mrs Dilber was next. Sheets and towels, a little wearing apparel, two old-fashioned silver teaspoons, a pair of sugar-tongs, and a few boots. Her account was stated on the wall in the same manner.
``I always give too much to ladies. It's a weakness of mine, and that's the way I ruin myself,'' said old Joe. ``That's your account. If Cheap wow gold you asked me for another penny, and made it an open question, I'd repent of being so liberal and knock off half-a-crown.''
``And now undo my bundle, Joe,'' said the first woman.
Joe went down on his knees for the greater convenience of opening it, and having unfastened a great many knots, dragged out a large and heavy roll of some dark stuff.
``What do you call this.'' said Joe. ``Bed-curtains!''
``Ah!'' returned the woman, laughing and leaning forward on her crossed arms. ``Bed-curtains!''
``You don't mean to say you took them down, rings buy wow gold and all, with him lying there?'' said Joe. ``Yes I do,'' replied the woman. ``Why not?''
``You were born to make your fortune,'' said Joe, ``and you'll certainly do it.''
``I certainly shan't hold my hand, when I can get anything in it by reaching it out, for the sake of such a man as He was, I promise you, Joe,'' returned the woman coolly. ``don't drop that oil upon the blankets, now.''
``His blankets?'' asked Joe.
``Whose else's do you think?'' replied the woman. ``He isn't likely to take cold without 'em, I dare say.''
``I hope he didn't die of any thing catching? Eh?'' said old Joe, stopping in his work, and looking up.
``Don't you be afraid of that,'' returned the woman. ``I an't so fond of his company that I'd loiter about him for such things, if he did. Ah! you may look through that shirt till your eyes ache; but you won'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 hadn'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.
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``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 of this unhappy man might be my own. My life tends that way, now. Merciful Heaven, what is this!'' He recoiled in terror, for the scene had changed, and now he almost touched a bed: a bare, uncurtained bed: on which, beneath a ragged sheet, there lay a something covered up, which, though it was dumb, announced itself in awful language.