In Mr Plornish's judgment you would be the worse for it.

Yet you seemed to want to make a man mollancholy mad.
You was always at it--if not with your right hand, with your left.

What was they a doing in the Yard?
Why, take a look at 'em and see.

There was the girls and their mothers a working at their sewing, or their shoe-binding, or their trimming, or their waistcoat making, day and night and night and day, and not more than able to keep body and soul together after all--often not so much.

There was people of pretty well all sorts of trades you could name, all wanting to work, and yet not able to get it.