No Fear Literature: A Tale of Two Cities: Book 2: The Golden Thread Chapter 3: A Disappointment Page 9

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Original Text	Modern Text
“Yes, sir.”	“Yes, sir.”
Hastily written on the paper was the word “ACQUITTED.”	Hastily written on the paper was the word “ACQUITTED.”
“If you had sent the message, `Recalled to Life,’ again,” muttered Jerry, as he turned, “I should have known what you meant, this time.”	“If you had sent the message, `Recalled to Life,’ again,” muttered Jerry, as he turned, “I should have known what you meant, this time.”
He had no opportunity of saying, or so much as thinking, anything else, until he was clear of the Old Bailey; for, the crowd came pouring out with a vehemence that nearly took him off his legs, and a loud buzz swept into the street as if the baffled blue-flies were dispersing in search of other carrion.	He had no opportunity of saying, or so much as thinking, anything else, until he was clear of the Old Bailey; for, the crowd came pouring out with a vehemence that nearly took him off his legs, and a loud buzz swept into the street as if the baffled blue-flies were dispersing in search of other carrion.

Original Text	Modern Text
“Yes, sir.”	“Yes, sir.”
Hastily written on the paper was the word “ACQUITTED.”	Hastily written on the paper was the word “ACQUITTED.”
“If you had sent the message, `Recalled to Life,’ again,” muttered Jerry, as he turned, “I should have known what you meant, this time.”	“If you had sent the message, `Recalled to Life,’ again,” muttered Jerry, as he turned, “I should have known what you meant, this time.”
He had no opportunity of saying, or so much as thinking, anything else, until he was clear of the Old Bailey; for, the crowd came pouring out with a vehemence that nearly took him off his legs, and a loud buzz swept into the street as if the baffled blue-flies were dispersing in search of other carrion.	He had no opportunity of saying, or so much as thinking, anything else, until he was clear of the Old Bailey; for, the crowd came pouring out with a vehemence that nearly took him off his legs, and a loud buzz swept into the street as if the baffled blue-flies were dispersing in search of other carrion.