Charles Dickens. A Christmas Carol in prose (№ 460391)

Not a single beggar dared to reach out to him for alms, not a single child dared to ask him what time it was, and not a single soul in his life ever asked him to show the way. It seemed that even the dogs, the guide dogs of the blind, understood what kind of person he was and, seeing him, they hurried to drag their owner into the first entrance or gateway they came across, and then wagged their tail for a long time, as if saying: Yes