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The gentleman to whom these observations were addressed, who appeared of a taciturn and thoughtful cast, merely echoed the inquiry; Mr. Roker, shaking off the poetical and gloomy train of thought into which he had been betrayed, descended to the common business of life, and resumed his pen. 'Do you know what the third gentlemen is? inquired Mr.
'There's a capital room up in the coffee-room flight, that belongs to a Chancery prisoner, said Mr. Roker. 'It'll stand you in a pound a week. I suppose you don't mind that? 'Not at all, said Mr. Pickwick. 'Just step there with me, said Roker, taking up his hat with great alacrity; 'the matter's settled in five minutes.
When they got back to the house, just as dawn was breaking, and Mr Parmenter had shaken hands with Hiram Roker, a long, lean, slab-sided Yankee, who was Hingeston's head engineer and general manager, and had fought the grim fight through failure to success at his side for twenty years, he said to his friend: "Newson, you've won, and I guess I'll take that bond up, and I'd like to do a bit more than that.
Roker, 'it's as plain as Salisbury. You'll have a chummage ticket upon twenty-seven in the third, and them as is in the room will be your chums. 'Are there many of them? inquired Mr. Pickwick dubiously. 'Three, replied Mr. Roker. Mr. Pickwick coughed. 'One of 'em's a parson, said Mr. Roker, filling up a little piece of paper as he spoke; 'another's a butcher. 'Eh? exclaimed Mr. Pickwick.
Roker, pausing for breath when they reached another gallery of the same dimensions as the one below, 'this is the coffee-room flight; the one above's the third, and the one above that's the top; and the room where you're a-going to sleep to-night is the warden's room, and it's this way come on. Having said all this in a breath, Mr. Roker mounted another flight of stairs with Mr.
With this the parties separated, very much to their common satisfaction; Mr. Pickwick once more retracing his steps to the lodge, and the three companions adjourning to the coffee-room, there to spend the five shillings which the clerical gentleman had, with admirable prudence and foresight, borrowed of him for the purpose. 'I knowed it! said Mr. Roker, with a chuckle, when Mr.
Got two full combs in his desk last week. He's awful on bees and honey. Ain't he, Jinny?" This in a high voice to her sister. The younger Miss Roker, thus appealed to, was heard to murmur that of all the sneakin' bee-hunters she had ever seed, Provy Smith was the worst. "And squirrels for nuts," she added. The master became attentive, a clue seemed probable here.
'He won't be a Chancery prisoner wery long, Sir, replied Roker, turning his hat round, so as to get the maker's name right side upwards, as he looked into it. 'You make my blood run cold, said Mr. Pickwick. 'What do you mean? 'He's been consumptive for a long time past, said Mr. Roker, 'and he's taken wery bad in the breath to-night.
This is my old friend and college chum, Newson Hingeston, the man who invented the model we built this fleet on. This is Mr Hiram Roker, chief engineer of the fleet and Lord High Admiral of the air, when Mr Hingeston is not running his own ships."
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