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‘
Why
,
’
said
Mr
.
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
.
‘
A
butcher
,
’
repeated
Mr
.
Roker
,
giving
the
nib
of
his
pen
a
tap
on
the
desk
to
cure
it
of
a
disinclination
to
mark
.
‘
What
a
thorough
-
paced
goer
he
used
to
be
sure
-
ly
!
You
remember
Tom
Martin
,
Neddy
?
’
said
Roker
,
appealing
to
another
man
in
the
lodge
,
who
was
paring
the
mud
off
his
shoes
with
a
five
-
and
-
twenty
-
bladed
pocket
-
knife
.
‘
I
should
think
so
,
’
replied
the
party
addressed
,
with
a
strong
emphasis
on
the
personal
pronoun
.
‘
Bless
my
dear
eyes
!
’
said
Mr
.
Roker
,
shaking
his
head
slowly
from
side
to
side
,
and
gazing
abstractedly
out
of
the
grated
windows
before
him
,
as
if
he
were
fondly
recalling
some
peaceful
scene
of
his
early
youth
;
‘
it
seems
but
yesterday
that
he
whopped
the
coal
-
heaver
down
Fox
-
under
-
the
–
Hill
by
the
wharf
there
.
I
think
I
can
see
him
now
,
a
-
coming
up
the
Strand
between
the
two
street
-
keepers
,
a
little
sobered
by
the
bruising
,
with
a
patch
o
’
winegar
and
brown
paper
over
his
right
eyelid
,
and
that
‘
ere
lovely
bulldog
,
as
pinned
the
little
boy
arterwards
,
a
-
following
at
his
heels
.
What
a
rum
thing
time
is
,
ain
’
t
it
,
Neddy
?
’
