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what happens? _Candidate._ The mercury in the barometer subsides. _Examiner (purple with disgust)._ You silly idiot, if you were sitting on a table and I knocked you off, would _you_ subside? Bicker was about to put in a reminiscence of his at this point, but Meacock was already giving another instance of this examiner's zeal for pure English. _Examiner (producing a piece of wood)._ What colour's this? _Candidate._ Chocolate. _Examiner (purple once more)._ Chocolate! Chocolate be dam'd. Chocolate's something to eat--What COLOUR is it? The chief engineer, seeing me somewhat handicapped by temperament from wandering about as inquisitively as I ought to have done, came up one afternoon to take me into "_his_ little slice of the ship." I am sorry to think how vague my imagination and how inactive my gratitude had been up to that first descent down the iron stairways and crossings to the engine-room. The stifling air and the throbbing roar, of course, kept my notions vague, but the degree of vagueness was not so disgraceful as it had been. He pointed out all things to one comprehending scarcely anything, except a chalk legend on the wall which ran: Aston Villa Celtic Manchester U, and so on, which I noticed for myself. The ruling passion--(passion at the referee's ruling, says the cynic). I was aware, meanwhile, of vast steel rods and arms in violent motion, named severally by the chief in a mighty voice, which nevertheless was too much of a whisper for me. The gangways round them, it was easier to learn, were narrow and greasy. The cool skill with which an engineer was anointing these whirling forms, his hand dapping mothlike with the tapering can above them, was enough to amaze me. Under a strange construction like a kiln, by way of a low red door, we went into the vault where the dusky, glowing and actually grinning firemen were tending the furnaces. (It happens all day, every day in thousands of ships!) Above, we had looked in at a dark hole--I rightly thought, over the boilers--and breathed for a moment a most parching element, so that the heat of the stokehold did not frighten me. The chief introduced me to the third engineer, Williams--we roared out cordially; and then he inducted me to the mysteries aft, where, along the shaft which revolves the propeller, a specially greasy passage runs. Here, as throughout this cavernous region--I remembered Hedge Street Tunnels, which to the ini
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