You fear the world too much,' she answered gently. 'All your other hopes have merged into the hope of being beyond the chance of its sordid reproach. I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off, one by one, until the master passion, Gain, engrosses you. Have I not?
Charles Dickens (1950). “A Christmas carol in prose, being a ghost story of Christmas: With original art and narration by Jon Langford”, p.31, Google Play Books
