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This
was
not
addressed
to
Scrooge
,
or
to
any
one
whom
he
could
see
,
but
it
produced
an
immediate
effect
.
For
again
Scrooge
saw
himself
.
He
was
older
now
;
a
man
in
the
prime
of
life
.
His
face
had
not
the
harsh
and
rigid
lines
of
later
years
;
but
it
had
begun
to
wear
the
signs
of
care
and
avarice
.
There
was
an
eager
,
greedy
,
restless
motion
in
the
eye
,
which
showed
the
passion
that
had
taken
root
,
and
where
the
shadow
of
the
growing
tree
would
fall
.
He
was
not
alone
,
but
sat
by
the
side
of
a
fair
young
girl
in
a
mourning-dress
:
in
whose
eyes
there
were
tears
,
which
sparkled
in
the
light
that
shone
out
of
the
Ghost
of
Christmas
Past
.
'
It
matters
little
,
'
she
said
,
softly
.
'
To
you
,
very
little
.
Another
idol
has
displaced
me
;
and
if
it
can
cheer
and
comfort
you
in
time
to
come
,
as
I
would
have
tried
to
do
,
I
have
no
just
cause
to
grieve
.
'
'
What
Idol
has
displaced
you
?
'
he
rejoined
.
'
A
golden
one
.
'
'
This
is
the
even-handed
dealing
of
the
world
,
'
he
said
.
'
There
is
nothing
on
which
it
is
so
hard
as
poverty
;
and
there
is
nothing
it
professes
to
condemn
with
such
severity
as
the
pursuit
of
wealth
.
'
'
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
?
'
'
What
then
?
'
he
retorted
.
'
Even
if
I
have
grown
so
much
wiser
,
what
then
?
I
am
not
changed
towards
you
.
'
She
shook
her
head
.
