Charles Dickens,
Little Dorrit — Book 2, Chapter 32
(1857)
“ What do you think of my being, at the present moment, under special orders to squeeze you dry on Monday?’The reply was given in a murmur of ‘Shame!’ and ‘Shabby!’‘Shabby?’ snorted Pancks. ‘Yes, I should think so! The lot that your Casby belongs to, is the shabbiest of all the lots. Setting their Grubbers on, at a wretched pittance, to do what they’re ashamed and afraid to do and pretend not to do, but what they will have done, or give a man no rest! Imposing on you to give their Grubbers nothing but blame, and to give them nothing but credit! ”
