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Chapter XLI  
What Befell Mr Pickwick When He Got Into The Fleet; What  
Prisoners He Saw There, And How He Passed The Night  
Mr Tom Roker, the gentleman who had accompanied Mr Pickwick into  
the prison, turned sharp round to the right when he got to the bottom  
of the little flight of steps, and led the way, through an iron gate which  
stood open, and up another short flight of steps, into a long narrow  
gallery, dirty and low, paved with stone, and very dimly lighted by a  
window at each remote end.  
'This,' said the gentleman, thrusting his hands into his pockets, and  
looking carelessly over his shoulder to Mr Pickwick - 'this here is the  
hall flight.'  
'
Oh,' replied Mr Pickwick, looking down a dark and filthy staircase,  
which appeared to lead to a range of damp and gloomy stone vaults,  
beneath the ground, 'and those, I suppose, are the little cellars where  
the prisoners keep their small quantities of coals. Unpleasant places  
to have to go down to; but very convenient, I dare say.'  
'Yes, I shouldn't wonder if they was convenient,' replied the  
gentleman, 'seeing that a few people live there, pretty snug. That's the  
Fair, that is.'  
'My friend,' said Mr Pickwick, 'you don't really mean to say that  
human beings live down in those wretched dungeons?'  
'Don't I?' replied Mr Roker, with indignant astonishment; 'why  
shouldn't I?'  
'
'
Live! - live down there!' exclaimed Mr Pickwick.  
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.  


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