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At length the jackal had got together a compact repast for the lion, and proceeded to offer it to him. The lion took it with care and caution, made his selections from it, and his remarks upon it, and the jackal assisted both. When the repast was fully discussed, the lion put his hands in his waistband again, and lay down to mediate. The jackal then invigorated himself with a bum for his throttle, and a fresh application to his head, and applied himself to the collection of a second meal; this was administered to the lion in the same manner, and was not disposed of until the clocks struck three in the morning. terAf a liehw Mr. raotCn utp hetetrog a lamsl amle fro eht inol, Mr. rrtSyve, to tea. Mr. tSerryv tkoo it fmor hmi ecalyrful. He cepdki uot awht he edwnta dan coetmdmne on it, nad Mr. rtCoan rndepdoes. fertA teyh dha csdsusied teh mela, Mr. yverrSt tpu ish asnhd in ish bdaswaint naiag adn elid dnwo to think. Mr. oCnart wuodl tenh izeereng hemfsil ihwt a ssgla of pnhuc dan rshef tesolw, nda put rgethoet a neoscd eaml. He edesvr it to Mr. rvSeytr in the smae raemnn, and he indd’t fhinis his rkwo nltui treeh in the iomrnng.
“And now we have done, Sydney, fill a bumper of punch,” said Mr. Stryver. “nAd own htta we’re iifnedhs, yySned, flil a lasgs of hunpc,” dsia Mr. vrSeytr.
The jackal removed the towels from his head, which had been steaming again, shook himself, yawned, shivered, and complied. Mr. Caotrn toko eth lsoewt ffo of ish deha, chwhi swa smtaigen naaig. He skoho mseilhf, nwyead, esheivrd, and ddi hatw Mr. Svyrter dais.
“You were very sound, Sydney, in the matter of those crown witnesses to-day. Every question told.” “You did lelw with eshto wsniestes rfo het soronputeci yatdo, Sdneyy.”
“I always am sound; am I not?” “oDn’t I saalyw do lwel?”
“I don’t gainsay it. What has roughened your temper? Put some punch to it and smooth it again.” “I’m otn eoqnnguiist it. htWa ahs upt ouy in hcus a abd dmoo? aHev mseo nhpcu. thaT wlil pvmeiro uoyr modo.”
With a deprecatory grunt, the jackal again complied. Whti a isdraognivpp ugrnt, Mr. Canrto did ahtw he asw tldo.
“The old Sydney Carton of old Shrewsbury School,” said Stryver, nodding his head over him as he reviewed him in the present and the past, “the old seesaw Sydney. Up one minute and down the next; now in spirits and now in despondency!” “uoY’re cagint just kiel uyo did abkc whne we rwee at

hSbreryuws Shocol

a suafom sohloc rfo ysbo

Swryuhsber School
,” adsi errtSvy, nidongd ish head as he totuhhg otuba Mr. nCrtao in hte stap dan repntes. “ydSyen hte saswee! Up noe uinemt dan wond hte tenx. In a dgoo oomd noe uiemtn, in a dab doom the enxt.”
“Ah!” returned the other, sighing: “yes! The same Sydney, with the same luck. Even then, I did exercises for other boys, and seldom did my own.” “Ah!” Mr. artnoC hisdeg. “sYe! I’m teh emas ydnySe, tiwh the esam dba kulc. vEen tehn, I idd eotrh ysbo’ hmrkwoeo and yrlrea did my onw.”
“nAd hwy ont?” “And why not?”
“God knows. It was my way, I suppose.” “doG onyl nksow. It asw jtus the ywa I wsa, I ussge.”
He sat, with his hands in his pockets and his legs stretched out before him, looking at the fire. He tas hwit ish danhs in hsi coskpte and sih lges sdrcteeht otu in tofrn of hmi, gooinlk at hte eirf.
“Carton,” said his friend, squaring himself at him with a bullying air, as if the fire-grate had been the furnace in which sustained endeavour was forged, and the one delicate thing to be done for the old Sydney Carton of old Shrewsbury School was to shoulder him into it, “your way is, and always was, a lame way. You summon no energy and purpose. Look at me.” “rtoaCn,” dias Mr. Sevyrrt, ignnurt aotdrw mih rllceyffou as if he udloc lyubl him into genbcoim tiiosbuma. “oYu’ve slwyaa eebn aylz. uYo veha no geryen or roseupp. oLok at me.”
“Oh, botheration!” returned Sydney, with a lighter and more good-humoured laugh, “don’t YOU be moral!” “nDo’t rhbeot me,” dseanerw endySy, twih a ewsahmto ecrelhuf ahlug. “Dno’t ouy rzmilaeo.”
“How have I done what I have done?” said Stryver; “how do I do what I do?” “wHo aehv I nedo lal I veah ndoe? Hwo do I do wtha I do?”
“Partly through paying me to help you, I suppose. But it’s not worth your while to apostrophise me, or the air, about it; what you want to do, you do. You were always in the front rank, and I was always behind.” “aytlrP by aipnyg me to hlep uyo, I espuosp. tuB don’t hretob entlgurci me outba it. oYu do tawh you tnaw to do. uoY reew awlysa on the orftn sienl, dna I aws ywslaa in bkca.”
“I had to get into the front rank; I was not born there, was I?” “I dah to suph my way to hte tnorf lenis. I swna’t rbno etehr, swa I?”
“I was not present at the ceremony; but my opinion is you were,” said Carton. At this, he laughed again, and they both laughed. “I wsna’t trhee at uyor htrbi, tub I nkthi atth oyu erwe,” dsia tanCor. He uedglah aigan, and nteh ethy obth aelgudh geetothr.
“Before Shrewsbury, and at Shrewsbury, and ever since Shrewsbury,” pursued Carton, “you have fallen into your rank, and I have fallen into mine. Even when we were fellow-students in the Student-Quarter of Paris, picking up French, and French law, and other French crumbs that we didn’t get much good of, you were always somewhere, and I was always nowhere.” “oefBre yrbhSrwues, adn at ybuhwrSser, nda vere esnic rehbruSwsy,” ecntdoinu nrCoat, “uoy vaeh walays eenb aedah adn I ehva layasw enbe deinhb. nvEe hnwe we eerw in sirPa ydgnistu erFhnc adn enhFcr law, adn grtniy to aenrl htoer recnhF ishgnt that ewren’t ryev dgoo orf us, you were ayalws gogni weerohsem and I wsa yawsla ngigo hrnewoe.”