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Nothing
daunted
,
even
by
this
intelligence
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
smilingly
announced
his
determination
to
test
the
powers
of
the
narcotic
bedstead
for
that
night
;
and
Mr
.
Roker
,
after
informing
him
that
he
could
retire
to
rest
at
whatever
hour
he
thought
proper
,
without
any
further
notice
or
formality
,
walked
off
,
leaving
him
standing
with
Sam
in
the
gallery
.
It
was
getting
dark
;
that
is
to
say
,
a
few
gas
jets
were
kindled
in
this
place
which
was
never
light
,
by
way
of
compliment
to
the
evening
,
which
had
set
in
outside
.
As
it
was
rather
warm
,
some
of
the
tenants
of
the
numerous
little
rooms
which
opened
into
the
gallery
on
either
hand
,
had
set
their
doors
ajar
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
peeped
into
them
as
he
passed
along
,
with
great
curiosity
and
interest
.
Here
,
four
or
five
great
hulking
fellows
,
just
visible
through
a
cloud
of
tobacco
smoke
,
were
engaged
in
noisy
and
riotous
conversation
over
half
-
emptied
pots
of
beer
,
or
playing
at
all
-
fours
with
a
very
greasy
pack
of
cards
.
In
the
adjoining
room
,
some
solitary
tenant
might
be
seen
poring
,
by
the
light
of
a
feeble
tallow
candle
,
over
a
bundle
of
soiled
and
tattered
papers
,
yellow
with
dust
and
dropping
to
pieces
from
age
,
writing
,
for
the
hundredth
time
,
some
lengthened
statement
of
his
grievances
,
for
the
perusal
of
some
great
man
whose
eyes
it
would
never
reach
,
or
whose
heart
it
would
never
touch
.
In
a
third
,
a
man
,
with
his
wife
and
a
whole
crowd
of
children
,
might
be
seen
making
up
a
scanty
bed
on
the
ground
,
or
upon
a
few
chairs
,
for
the
younger
ones
to
pass
the
night
in
.
And
in
a
fourth
,
and
a
fifth
,
and
a
sixth
,
and
a
seventh
,
the
noise
,
and
the
beer
,
and
the
tobacco
smoke
,
and
the
cards
,
all
came
over
again
in
greater
force
than
before
.
In
the
galleries
themselves
,
and
more
especially
on
the
stair
-
cases
,
there
lingered
a
great
number
of
people
,
who
came
there
,
some
because
their
rooms
were
empty
and
lonesome
,
others
because
their
rooms
were
full
and
hot
;
the
greater
part
because
they
were
restless
and
uncomfortable
,
and
not
possessed
of
the
secret
of
exactly
knowing
what
to
do
with
themselves
.
There
were
many
classes
of
people
here
,
from
the
labouring
man
in
his
fustian
jacket
,
to
the
broken
-
down
spendthrift
in
his
shawl
dressing
-
gown
,
most
appropriately
out
at
elbows
;
but
there
was
the
same
air
about
them
all
—
a
kind
of
listless
,
jail
-
bird
,
careless
swagger
,
a
vagabondish
who
’
s
-
afraid
sort
of
bearing
,
which
is
wholly
indescribable
in
words
,
but
which
any
man
can
understand
in
one
moment
if
he
wish
,
by
setting
foot
in
the
nearest
debtors
’
prison
,
and
looking
at
the
very
first
group
of
people
he
sees
there
,
with
the
same
interest
as
Mr
.
Pickwick
did
.
‘
It
strikes
me
,
Sam
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
leaning
over
the
iron
rail
at
the
stair
-
head
–
‘
it
strikes
me
,
Sam
,
that
imprisonment
for
debt
is
scarcely
any
punishment
at
all
.
’
‘
Think
not
,
sir
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
You
see
how
these
fellows
drink
,
and
smoke
,
and
roar
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
It
’
s
quite
impossible
that
they
can
mind
it
much
.
’
‘
Ah
,
that
’
s
just
the
wery
thing
,
Sir
,
’
rejoined
Sam
,
‘
they
don
’
t
mind
it
;
it
’
s
a
reg
’
lar
holiday
to
them
—
all
porter
and
skittles
.
It
’
s
the
t
’
other
vuns
as
gets
done
over
vith
this
sort
o
’
thing
;
them
down
-
hearted
fellers
as
can
’
t
svig
avay
at
the
beer
,
nor
play
at
skittles
neither
;
them
as
vould
pay
if
they
could
,
and
gets
low
by
being
boxed
up
.
I
’
ll
tell
you
wot
it
is
,
sir
;
them
as
is
always
a
-
idlin
’
in
public
-
houses
it
don
’
t
damage
at
all
,
and
them
as
is
alvays
a
-
workin
’
wen
they
can
,
it
damages
too
much
.
"
It
’
s
unekal
,
"
as
my
father
used
to
say
wen
his
grog
worn
’
t
made
half
-
and
-
half
:
"
it
’
s
unekal
,
and
that
’
s
the
fault
on
it
.
"
’
