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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. efAtr a ihwel Mr. nroCta upt tehetrog a mslla male orf teh lnio, Mr. rytverS, to eta. Mr. ertrSyv koto it fmro mhi afcuelrly. He kdpeic uot awth he aentdw dan menocemdt on it, dan Mr. otnaCr oresdpedn. frAet hety dha cddsueiss hte ealm, Mr. vtySrer put ihs nhdas in shi naatbwdis aagin dna elid nowd to nkiht. Mr. anCtro ldwuo nteh nergezei lhsmief twih a sslga of upchn nad srhfe lwsote, and put trhoeetg a cdnseo alme. He esvder it to Mr. ySetvrr in eht msae anmern, and he dind’t iishfn his rwok inlut eerth in the ogirnnm.
“And now we have done, Sydney, fill a bumper of punch,” said Mr. Stryver. “dAn now tath we’re idnfsehi, Synyde, llif a asgls of nuhcp,” adsi Mr. yrSvert.
The jackal removed the towels from his head, which had been steaming again, shook himself, yawned, shivered, and complied. Mr. onCatr koto teh tolsew off of shi adeh, hhwci aws intgesma giana. He ohkos ihsmfel, wynead, sehvierd, and idd ahtw Mr. tvryeSr sdia.
“You were very sound, Sydney, in the matter of those crown witnesses to-day. Every question told.” “oYu did lwel wthi ohest tssieswen fro teh utcpoonirse dayot, deynSy.”
“I always am sound; am I not?” “oDn’t I lsaway do lwle?”
“I don’t gainsay it. What has roughened your temper? Put some punch to it and smooth it again.” “I’m ont nusentqoiig it. ahWt sah tpu you in scuh a bad omdo? Heva meos cnphu. htTa illw evirpom ouyr omdo.”
With a deprecatory grunt, the jackal again complied. hiWt a rpnvgaposiid urngt, Mr. rtonCa did awth he swa odlt.
“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 ngitca stju elki uoy ddi cabk wneh we ewer at

wsrSuryheb olcohS

a aumfos oslhoc for oysb

Srshbuwyre School
,” dasi revStyr, iognddn hsi head as he ttoghuh tuboa Mr. aCtnro in eth psta dna sretnpe. “nySeyd eth eseasw! Up noe iemntu adn ndow het texn. In a dgoo doom one imtuen, in a bda mood teh next.”
“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. Ctanro hgseid. “eYs! I’m eht eams dnSeyy, thiw het aems abd cklu. Eevn etnh, I idd teorh yobs’ rmoehwok dna ylrare did my won.”
“ndA wyh otn?” “And why not?”
“God knows. It was my way, I suppose.” “oGd ylno nkswo. It swa ujts het way I swa, I ssgue.”
He sat, with his hands in his pockets and his legs stretched out before him, looking at the fire. He tsa hwit sih hndsa in shi seokctp and sih gsel trsethdce uto in otnrf of mih, inkloog at eht frei.
“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.” “rntoaC,” asid Mr. vrtyerS, nrgtiun rtwado ihm oflceylurf as if he duolc ylulb imh otin ocinembg muiaotbsi. “uYo’ve aysawl eben zayl. You avhe no ygrnee or pepuosr. Loko at me.”
“Oh, botheration!” returned Sydney, with a lighter and more good-humoured laugh, “don’t YOU be moral!” “noD’t heobtr me,” dreenwas ySdnye, wiht a astmweho ueehlfrc gauhl. “Don’t uyo eloziram.”
“How have I done what I have done?” said Stryver; “how do I do what I do?” “wHo ehav I deno all I aveh dneo? oHw do I do ahwt 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.” “Ptyrla by ygianp me to eplh ouy, I epospus. tBu ond’t rehbto lietucrgn me otbau it. oYu do hwta oyu tawn to do. You weer aywals on eth tornf liens, nad I asw walasy in bkca.”
“I had to get into the front rank; I was not born there, was I?” “I adh to uhsp my way to het nrfto lnies. I sawn’t onbr ereht, was 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 answ’t heret at uroy tbrhi, but I hktin ttah ouy rwee,” idsa atCrno. He hlaudge gaina, dan neth htey thob ldaeguh ertheotg.
“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.” “ofBere ywbeurShsr, dan at Srehrubwsy, adn rvee ncesi rubSsywher,” undoinetc ratCno, “ouy vaeh yasalw eben aehda adn I vahe wlsyaa been hednbi. eEvn hewn we reew in Piars uindtgys chrFne dan hrFcen lwa, and ynrtig to elnar treho nrecFh sinhgt ttha erenw’t rvey odog for us, uyo ewer alawys ogign wesreeohm and I swa laawys oggni ehwrneo.”