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Chapter 12. Bleeding Heart Yard

           WhatwastheyadoingintheYard?Why,takealookat‘emandsee.Therewasthegirlsandtheirmothersaworkingattheirsewing,ortheirshoe-binding,ortheirtrimming,ortheirwaistcoatmaking,dayandnightandnightandday,andnotmorethanabletokeepbodyandsoultogetherafterall—oftennotsomuch.Therewaspeopleofprettywellallsortsoftradesyoucouldname,allwantingtowork,andyetnotabletogetit.Therewasoldpeople,afterworkingalltheirlives,goingandbeingshutupintheworkhouse,muchworsefedandlodgedandtreatedaltogether,than—MrPlornishsaidmanufacturers,butappearedtomeanmalefactors.Why,amandidn’tknowwheretoturnhimselfforacrumbofcomfort.Astowhowastoblameforit,MrPlornishdidn’tknowwhowastoblameforit.Hecouldtellyouwhosuffered,buthecouldn’ttellyouwhosefaultitwas.Itwasn’thisplacetofindout,andwho’dmindwhathesaid,ifhedidfindout?Heonlyknow’dthatitwasn’tputrightbythemwhatundertookthatlineofbusiness,andthatitdidn’tcomerightofitself.And,inbrief,hisillogicalopinionwas,thatifyoucouldn’tdonothingforhim,youhadbettertakenothingfromhimfordoingofit;sofarashecouldmakeout,thatwasaboutwhatitcometo.Thus,inaprolix,gently-growling,foolishway,didPlornishturnthetangledskeinofhisestateaboutandabout,likeablindmanwhowastryingtofindsomebeginningorendtoit;untiltheyreachedtheprisongate

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