Roker

Examples

• Just step there with me,' said Roker, taking up his hat with great alacrity; 'the matter's settled in five minutes. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Your chummage ticket,' replied Mr. Roker; 'you're up to that? Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• One of 'em's a parson,' said Mr. Roker, filling up a little piece of paper as he spoke; 'another's a butcher. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Yes, there is,' said Roker. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• That's it,' replied Mr. Roker, pointing to a very rusty one in a corner. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• A1,' replied Mr. Roker. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• I'm afraid, however,' said Roker, shaking his head, 'that it's all up with him. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Nothing at all,' said Mr. Roker. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• There,' said Mr. Roker, holding the door open, and looking triumphantly round at Mr. Pickwick, 'there's a room! Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Three,' replied Mr. Roker. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• He's been consumptive for a long time past,' said Mr. Roker, 'and he's taken wery bad in the breath to-night. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• I don't know about that,' replied Roker, weighing the hat by the brim in both hands. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Just over where you slept, sir,' replied Roker. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• I've brought you a softer pillow, Sir,' said Mr. Roker, 'instead of the temporary one you had last night. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• There's a capital room up in the coffee-room flight, that belongs to a Chancery prisoner,' said Mr. Roker. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Ah, so I thought,' rejoined Mr. Roker, closing the book, and placing the small piece of paper in Mr. Pickwick's hands. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• A butcher,' repeated Mr. Roker, giving the nib of his pen a tap on the desk to cure it of a disinclination to mark. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• I think Roker might have chummed you somewhere else,' said Mr. Simpson (for it was the leg), after a very discontented sort of a pause. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• He had sat ruminating about the matter for some time, when the voice of Roker, the turnkey, demanded whether he might come in. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• You're wery good, Sir,' replied Mr. Roker, accepting the proffered glass. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• There's a room, young man,' observed Mr. Roker. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Rides rather rusty,' said Mr. Roker, with a smile. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Nothing but it,' said Mr. Roker. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Having said all this in a breath, Mr. Roker mounted another flight of stairs with Mr. Pickwick and Sam Weller following at his heels. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Why,' said Mr. Roker, 'it's as plain as Salisbury. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.

Checker: Williams