Dickens would have made it ludicrous--a gross injustice.

Other men who deal with low-class life would perhaps have preferred idealising it--an absurdity.

For my own part, I am going to reproduce it verbatim, without one single impertinent suggestion of any point of view save that of honest reporting.

The result will be something unutterably tedious.

Precisely.
That is the stamp of the ignobly decent life.