A Christmas Carol: Marley’s Ghost

1875.249 - 1905.143 Keith Morrison

Oh, captive-bound and double-ironed, cried the phantom, no space of regret can make amends for one's life's opportunity misused. Yet such was I, oh, such was I. But you were always a good man of business, Jacob, faltered Scrooge, who now began to apply this to himself. Business, cried the ghost, wringing his hands again. Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business.