'Is it a very good job

'Is it a very good job?'
'Well, not as jobs go, but it's a nice start. The best job of all is Reception cleaner. One doesn't get that for years, unless you've special recommendations. You see, you has all the people coming in fresh from outside, and you hears all the news and gets tobacco sometimes and racing tips. Did you see the cleaner when you came in? Know who he is?'
'Yes,replica gucci wallets,' said Paul, 'as a matter of fact, I do. He's called Philbrick.'
'No, no, old man, you've got the wrong chap. I mean a big stout man. Talks a lot about hotels and restaurants.'
'Yes, that's the man I mean.'
'Why,homepage, don't you know who that is? That's the Governor's brother: Sir Solomon Lucas Dockery. Told me so hisself. 'Ere for arson. Burnt a castle in Wales. You can see he's a toff.'
Part 3 Chapter 3
The Death of a Modern Churchman

SOME days later Paul entered on another phase of his reclamation. When he came into the prison square for his afternoon exercise he found that his companion's place had been taken by a burly man of formidable aspect,fake uggs online store. He had red hair and beard, and red rimmed eyes, and vast red hands which twirled convulsively at his sides. He turned his ox like eyes on Paul and gave a slight snarl of welcome.
'Your new pal,' said the warder. 'Get on with it.'
'How do you do?' said Paul politely. 'Are you here for long?'
'Life,' said the other. 'But it doesn't matter much. I look daily for the Second Coming.'
They marched on in silence.
'Do you think that this a good plan of the Governor's?' asked Paul.
'Yes,' said his companion. They walked on in silence, once round, twice round, three times round.
'Talk, you two,' shouted the warder. 'That's your instructions. Talk.'
'It makes a change,' said the big man.
'What are you here for?' asked Paul. 'You don't mind my asking, do you?'
'It's all in the Bible,' said the big man. 'You should read about it there. Figuratively, you know,' he added. 'It wouldn't be plain to you, I don't suppose, not like it is to me.'
'It's not an easy book to understand, is it?'
'It's not understanding that's needed. It's vision. Do you ever have visions?'
'No, I'm afraid I don't.'
'Nor does the Chaplain. He's no Christian. It was a vision brought me here, an angel clothed in flame, with a crown of flame on his head, crying "Kill and spare not. The Kingdom is at hand." Would you like to hear about it? I'll tell you. I'm a carpenter by profession, or at least I was, you understand.' He spoke with a curious blend of cockney and Biblical English. 'Not a joiner a cabinet-maker. Well, one day I was just sweeping out the shop before shutting up when the angel of the Lord came in. I didn't know who it was at first. "Just in time," I said. "What can I do for you?" Then I noticed that all about him there was a red flame and a circle of flame over his head, same as I've been telling you. Then he told me how the Lord had numbered His elect and the day of tribulation was at hand. "Kill and spare not," he says. I'd not been sleeping well for some time before this. I'd been worrying about my soul and whether I was saved,UGG Clerance. Well, all that night I thought of what the angel had told me. I didn't see his meaning, not at first, same as you wouldn't. Then it all came to me in a flash. Unworthy that I am, I am the Lord's appointed,' said the carpenter. 'I am the sword of Israel; I am the lion of the Lord's elect.'