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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
.
Pickwick
,
not
very
much
gratified
by
this
description
of
his
future
associates
.
‘
What
is
that
Simpson
,
Neddy
?
’
said
Mr
.
Roker
,
turning
to
his
companion
.
‘
What
Simpson
?
’
said
Neddy
.
‘
Why
,
him
in
twenty
-
seven
in
the
third
,
that
this
gentleman
’
s
going
to
be
chummed
on
.
’
‘
Oh
,
him
!
’
replied
Neddy
;
‘
he
’
s
nothing
exactly
.
He
WAS
a
horse
chaunter
:
he
’
s
a
leg
now
.
’
‘
Ah
,
so
I
thought
,
’
rejoined
Mr
.
Roker
,
closing
the
book
,
and
placing
the
small
piece
of
paper
in
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
hands
.
‘
That
’
s
the
ticket
,
sir
.
’
Very
much
perplexed
by
this
summary
disposition
of
this
person
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
walked
back
into
the
prison
,
revolving
in
his
mind
what
he
had
better
do
.
Convinced
,
however
,
that
before
he
took
any
other
steps
it
would
be
advisable
to
see
,
and
hold
personal
converse
with
,
the
three
gentlemen
with
whom
it
was
proposed
to
quarter
him
,
he
made
the
best
of
his
way
to
the
third
flight
.
After
groping
about
in
the
gallery
for
some
time
,
attempting
in
the
dim
light
to
decipher
the
numbers
on
the
different
doors
,
he
at
length
appealed
to
a
pot
-
boy
,
who
happened
to
be
pursuing
his
morning
occupation
of
gleaning
for
pewter
.
‘
Which
is
twenty
-
seven
,
my
good
fellow
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
