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Conversation was never one of Mr Flay's accomplishments and for some time he gazed mirthlessly ahead of him, and then, after what seemed an eternity to Rottcodd he raised a bony hand and scratched himslef behind the ear. Then he made his second remark, 'Still here, eh?' he said, his voice forcing its way out of his face.
Rottcodd, feeling presumably that there was little need to answer such a question, shrugged his shoulders and gave his eyes the run of the ceiling.
Mr Flay pulled himself together and continued: 'I said still here, eh. Rottcodd?' He stared bitterly at the carving of the Emerald Horse. 'You're still here, eh?'
'I'm invariably here,' said Rottcodd, lowering his gleaming glasses and running his eyes all over Mr Flay's visage. 'Day in, day out, invariably. vey hot weather. Extremely stifling. Did you want anything?'
'Nothing,' said Flay and he turned towards Rottcodd with something menacing in his attitude. 'I want nothing.' He wiped the palms of his hands on his hips where the dark cloth shone like silk.
Rottcodd flicked ash from his shoes with the feather duster and tilted his bullet head. 'Ah,' he said in a non-committal way.
(-- Mervyn Peake, "Titus Groan, ch.1: The Hall of the Bright Carvings")

This is the draft for the "The Hall of The Bright Carvings" - I only completed 7 coloured pages but I'd roughly drafted the whole first chapter...I'm not sure when I'll get time to develop more finished pages, so I'm posting the plan in it's entirety. The speech balloons on this one are a real mess!

Description
Conversation was never one of Mr Flay's accomplishments and for some time he gazed mirthlessly ahead of him, and then, after what seemed an eternity to Rottcodd he raised a bony hand and scratched himslef behind the ear. Then he made his second remark, 'Still here, eh?' he said, his voice forcing its way out of his face.
Rottcodd, feeling presumably that there was little need to answer such a question, shrugged his shoulders and gave his eyes the run of the ceiling.
Mr Flay pulled himself together and continued: 'I said still here, eh. Rottcodd?' He stared bitterly at the carving of the Emerald Horse. 'You're still here, eh?'
'I'm invariably here,' said Rottcodd, lowering his gleaming glasses and running his eyes all over Mr Flay's visage. 'Day in, day out, invariably. vey hot weather. Extremely stifling. Did you want anything?'
'Nothing,' said Flay and he turned towards Rottcodd with something menacing in his attitude. 'I want nothing.' He wiped the palms of his hands on his hips where the dark cloth shone like silk.
Rottcodd flicked ash from his shoes with the feather duster and tilted his bullet head. 'Ah,' he said in a non-committal way.
(-- Mervyn Peake, "Titus Groan, ch.1: The Hall of the Bright Carvings")

This is the draft for the "The Hall of The Bright Carvings" - I only completed 7 coloured pages but I'd roughly drafted the whole first chapter...I'm not sure when I'll get time to develop more finished pages, so I'm posting the plan in it's entirety. The speech balloons on this one are a real mess!