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Quiet and dark，beside him stood the phantom，with its outstretched hand. When he roused himself from his thoughful quest，he fancied from the turn of the hand，and its situation in reference to himself，that the unseen eyes were looking at him keenly. It made him shudder，and feel very cold.

They left the busy scene，and went into an obscure part of the town，where Scrooge had never penetrated before，although he recognised its situation，and its bad repute. The ways were foul and narrow；the shops and houses wretched；the people half-naked，drunken，slipshod，ugly. Alleys and archways，like so many cesspools，disgorged their offences of smell，and dirt，and life，upon the straggling streets；and the whole quarter reeked with crime，with filth，and misery.

Far in this den of infamous resort，there was a low-browed，beetling shop，below a pent-house roof，where iron，old rags，bottles，bones，and greasy offal，were bought. Upon the floor within，were piled up heaps of rusty keys，nails，chains，hinges，files，scales，weights，and refuse iron of all kinds. Secrets that few would like to scrutinise were bred and hidden in mountains of unseemly rags，masses of corrupted fat，and sepulchres of bones. Sitting in among the wares he dealt in，by a charcoal stove，made of old bricks，was a grayhaired rascal，nearly seventy years of age；who had screened himself from the cold air without，by a frowsy curtaining of miscellaneous tatters，hung upon a line；and smoked his pipe in all the luxury of calm retirement.

Scrooge and the phantom came into the presence of this man，just as a woman with a heavy bundle slunk into the shop. But she had scarcely entered，when another woman，similarly laden，came in too；and she was closely followed by a man in faded black，who was no less startled by the sight of them than they had been upon the recognition of each other. After a short period of blank astonishment，in which the old man with the pipe had joined them，they all three burst into a laugh.

“ Let the charwoman alone to be the first！” cried she who had entered first. “ Let the laundress alone to be the second；and let the undertakers man alone to be the third. Look here，old Joe，here’s a chance！If we haven’t all three met here without meaning it！”

“ You couldn’t have met in a better place，” said old Joe，removing his pipe from his mouth. “ Come into the parlour. You were made free of it long ago，you know；and the other two ain’t strangers. Stop till I shut the door of the shop. Ah！How it screaks！There ain’t such a rusty bit of metal in the place as its own hinges，I believe；and I’m sure there’s no such old bones here，as mine. Ha，ha！We’re all suitable to our calling；were well matched. Come into the parlour. Come into the parlour.”

The parlour was the space behind the screen of rags；the old man raked the fire together with an old stair-rod，and having trimmed his smoky lamp （for it was night） with the stem of his pipe，put it into his mouth again.

While he did this，the woman who had already spoken threw her bundle on the floor and sat down in a flaunting manner on a stool；crossing her elbows on her knees，and looking with a bold defiance at the other two.

“ What odds then！What odds，Mrs. Dilber ？ ” said the woman. “ Every person has a right to take care of themselves. <i>He</i> always did！”

“ That’s true，indeed！” said the laundress. “ No man，more so.”