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‘
I
knowed
it
!
’
said
Mr
.
Roker
,
with
a
chuckle
,
when
Mr
.
Pickwick
stated
the
object
with
which
he
had
returned
.
‘
Didn
’
t
I
say
so
,
Neddy
?
’
The
philosophical
owner
of
the
universal
penknife
growled
an
affirmative
.
‘
I
knowed
you
’
d
want
a
room
for
yourself
,
bless
you
!
’
said
Mr
.
Roker
.
‘
Let
me
see
.
You
’
ll
want
some
furniture
.
You
’
ll
hire
that
of
me
,
I
suppose
?
That
’
s
the
reg
’
lar
thing
.
’
‘
With
great
pleasure
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
There
’
s
a
capital
room
up
in
the
coffee
-
room
flight
,
that
belongs
to
a
Chancery
prisoner
,
’
said
Mr
.
Roker
.
‘
It
’
ll
stand
you
in
a
pound
a
week
.
I
suppose
you
don
’
t
mind
that
?
’
‘
Not
at
all
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Just
step
there
with
me
,
’
said
Roker
,
taking
up
his
hat
with
great
alacrity
;
‘
the
matter
’
s
settled
in
five
minutes
.
Lord
!
why
didn
’
t
you
say
at
first
that
you
was
willing
to
come
down
handsome
?
’
The
matter
was
soon
arranged
,
as
the
turnkey
had
foretold
.
The
Chancery
prisoner
had
been
there
long
enough
to
have
lost
his
friends
,
fortune
,
home
,
and
happiness
,
and
to
have
acquired
the
right
of
having
a
room
to
himself
.
As
he
laboured
,
however
,
under
the
inconvenience
of
often
wanting
a
morsel
of
bread
,
he
eagerly
listened
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
proposal
to
rent
the
apartment
,
and
readily
covenanted
and
agreed
to
yield
him
up
the
sole
and
undisturbed
possession
thereof
,
in
consideration
of
the
weekly
payment
of
twenty
shillings
;
from
which
fund
he
furthermore
contracted
to
pay
out
any
person
or
persons
that
might
be
chummed
upon
it
.
As
they
struck
the
bargain
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
surveyed
him
with
a
painful
interest
.
He
was
a
tall
,
gaunt
,
cadaverous
man
,
in
an
old
greatcoat
and
slippers
,
with
sunken
cheeks
,
and
a
restless
,
eager
eye
.
His
lips
were
bloodless
,
and
his
bones
sharp
and
thin
.
God
help
him
!
the
iron
teeth
of
confinement
and
privation
had
been
slowly
filing
him
down
for
twenty
years
.
‘
And
where
will
you
live
meanwhile
,
Sir
?
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
as
he
laid
the
amount
of
the
first
week
’
s
rent
,
in
advance
,
on
the
tottering
table
.
