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After
some
discussion
,
it
was
discovered
that
one
of
the
turnkeys
had
a
bed
to
let
,
which
Mr
.
Pickwick
could
have
for
that
night
.
He
gladly
agreed
to
hire
it
.
‘
If
you
’
ll
come
with
me
,
I
’
ll
show
it
you
at
once
,
’
said
the
man
.
‘
It
ain
’
t
a
large
‘
un
;
but
it
’
s
an
out
-
and
-
outer
to
sleep
in
.
This
way
,
sir
.
’
They
passed
through
the
inner
gate
,
and
descended
a
short
flight
of
steps
.
The
key
was
turned
after
them
;
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
found
himself
,
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
,
within
the
walls
of
a
debtors
’
prison
.
Mr
.
Tom
Roker
,
the
gentleman
who
had
accompanied
Mr
.
Pickwick
into
the
prison
,
turned
sharp
round
to
the
right
when
he
got
to
the
bottom
of
the
little
flight
of
steps
,
and
led
the
way
,
through
an
iron
gate
which
stood
open
,
and
up
another
short
flight
of
steps
,
into
a
long
narrow
gallery
,
dirty
and
low
,
paved
with
stone
,
and
very
dimly
lighted
by
a
window
at
each
remote
end
.
‘
This
,
’
said
the
gentleman
,
thrusting
his
hands
into
his
pockets
,
and
looking
carelessly
over
his
shoulder
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
—
‘
this
here
is
the
hall
flight
.
’
‘
Oh
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
looking
down
a
dark
and
filthy
staircase
,
which
appeared
to
lead
to
a
range
of
damp
and
gloomy
stone
vaults
,
beneath
the
ground
,
‘
and
those
,
I
suppose
,
are
the
little
cellars
where
the
prisoners
keep
their
small
quantities
of
coals
.
Unpleasant
places
to
have
to
go
down
to
;
but
very
convenient
,
I
dare
say
.
’
‘
Yes
,
I
shouldn
’
t
wonder
if
they
was
convenient
,
’
replied
the
gentleman
,
‘
seeing
that
a
few
people
live
there
,
pretty
snug
.
That
’
s
the
Fair
,
that
is
.
’
‘
My
friend
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
you
don
’
t
really
mean
to
say
that
human
beings
live
down
in
those
wretched
dungeons
?
’
‘
Don
’
t
I
?
’
replied
Mr
.
Roker
,
with
indignant
astonishment
;
‘
why
shouldn
’
t
I
?
’
‘
Live
!
—
live
down
there
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
