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‘
Live
down
there
!
Yes
,
and
die
down
there
,
too
,
very
often
!
’
replied
Mr
.
Roker
;
‘
and
what
of
that
?
Who
’
s
got
to
say
anything
agin
it
?
Live
down
there
!
Yes
,
and
a
wery
good
place
it
is
to
live
in
,
ain
’
t
it
?
’
As
Roker
turned
somewhat
fiercely
upon
Mr
.
Pickwick
in
saying
this
,
and
moreover
muttered
in
an
excited
fashion
certain
unpleasant
invocations
concerning
his
own
eyes
,
limbs
,
and
circulating
fluids
,
the
latter
gentleman
deemed
it
advisable
to
pursue
the
discourse
no
further
.
Mr
.
Roker
then
proceeded
to
mount
another
staircase
,
as
dirty
as
that
which
led
to
the
place
which
has
just
been
the
subject
of
discussion
,
in
which
ascent
he
was
closely
followed
by
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
Sam
.
‘
There
,
’
said
Mr
.
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
.
Pickwick
and
Sam
Weller
following
at
his
heels
.
These
staircases
received
light
from
sundry
windows
placed
at
some
little
distance
above
the
floor
,
and
looking
into
a
gravelled
area
bounded
by
a
high
brick
wall
,
with
iron
CHEVAUX
–
DE
–
FRISE
at
the
top
.
This
area
,
it
appeared
from
Mr
.
Roker
’
s
statement
,
was
the
racket
-
ground
;
and
it
further
appeared
,
on
the
testimony
of
the
same
gentleman
,
that
there
was
a
smaller
area
in
that
portion
of
the
prison
which
was
nearest
Farringdon
Street
,
denominated
and
called
‘
the
Painted
Ground
,
’
from
the
fact
of
its
walls
having
once
displayed
the
semblance
of
various
men
-
of
-
war
in
full
sail
,
and
other
artistical
effects
achieved
in
bygone
times
by
some
imprisoned
draughtsman
in
his
leisure
hours
.
Having
communicated
this
piece
of
information
,
apparently
more
for
the
purpose
of
discharging
his
bosom
of
an
important
fact
,
than
with
any
specific
view
of
enlightening
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
the
guide
,
having
at
length
reached
another
gallery
,
led
the
way
into
a
small
passage
at
the
extreme
end
,
opened
a
door
,
and
disclosed
an
apartment
of
an
appearance
by
no
means
inviting
,
containing
eight
or
nine
iron
bedsteads
.
‘
There
,
’
said
Mr
.
Roker
,
holding
the
door
open
,
and
looking
triumphantly
round
at
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
there
’
s
a
room
!
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
face
,
however
,
betokened
such
a
very
trifling
portion
of
satisfaction
at
the
appearance
of
his
lodging
,
that
Mr
.
Roker
looked
,
for
a
reciprocity
of
feeling
,
into
the
countenance
of
Samuel
Weller
,
who
,
until
now
,
had
observed
a
dignified
silence
.
‘
There
’
s
a
room
,
young
man
,
’
observed
Mr
.
Roker
.
‘
I
see
it
,
’
replied
Sam
,
with
a
placid
nod
of
the
head
.
