What chance does that give me to look for a job?
S'pose I don't walk.

S'pose I look for a job?
In no time there's night come, an' no bed.

No sleep all night, nothin' to eat, what shape am I in the mornin' to look for work?
Got to make up my sleep in the park somehow" (the vision of Christ's Church, Spitalfield, was strong on me) "an' get something to eat.

An' there I am! Old, down, an' no chance to get up." "Used to be a toll-gate 'ere," said the Carter.

"Many's the time I've paid my toll 'ere in my cartin' days." "I've 'ad three 'a'penny rolls in two days," the Carpenter announced, after a long pause in the conversation.