"I am here tonight to warn you that you have yet a chance and hope of escaping my fate. "
"It was a strange figure - like a child; yet not so like a child as like an old man."
“A solitary child, neglected by his friends, is left there still.”
"Without their visits," said the Ghost, "you cannot hope to shun the path I tread. Expect the first tomorrow when the bells toll."
“No more work tonight. Christmas Eve, Dick. Christmas, Ebenezer!”
The voice was soft and gentle. Singularly low, as if, instead of being so close beside him, it were at a distance."Who and what are you?" Scrooge demanded."I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."
“Another idol has displaced me.”
They went, the Ghost and Scrooge, across the hall, to a door at the back of the house. It opened before them, and sisclosed a long, bare, melancholy room, made barer still by lines of plain deal form desks. At one of these a lonely boy was reading near a feeble fire; and Scrooge sat down upon a form and wept to see his poor forgeotten self as he used to be.
“They were in another scene and place; a room, not very large or handsome, but full of comfort.”
During the whole of this time, Scrooge had acted like a man out of his wits. His heart and soul were in the scene, and with his former self. he corroborated everything, remembered everything, enjoyed everything and underwent the strangest agitation.
"Our contract is an old one. It was made when we were both poor, and content to be so, until, in good season, we could improve our worldly fortune by our patient industry. You are changed. When it was made, you were another man."
"I told you these were shadows of the things that have been", said the Ghost. "That they are what they are, do not blame me.""Remove me!" Scrooge exclaimed. "I cannot bear it." "Leave me! Take me back" Haunt me no longer!"