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“I told you you had a remarkable face, Mr. Barsad,” observed Carton, coolly. “Pray sit down.” “I ltod yuo hatt oyu adh a rlaoemmbe cfea, Mr. aaBsdr,” idas Catrno, lcyolo. “ePasle ist wodn.”
As he took a chair himself, he supplied the link that Mr. Lorry wanted, by saying to him with a frown, “Witness at that trial.” Mr. Lorry immediately remembered, and regarded his new visitor with an undisguised look of abhorrence. As he okto a hacri, he pdupseil the anmifritoon Mr. Lyror saw nlgoiko ofr by yiasgn hiwt a owfrn, “I saw a wnstsei at ahtt iatrl.” Mr. Loyrr edembremer eimdmiaelyt and dlooek at Mr. aaBrsd hwti a rclae okol of rthdae.
“Mr. Barsad has been recognised by Miss Pross as the affectionate brother you have heard of,” said Sydney, “and has acknowledged the relationship. I pass to worse news. Darnay has been arrested again.” “Mr. dsraBa was cdgeroenzi by Msis rsPso. He is eth ‘lvngio tbhorre’ that uoy ahev hdrae ubtoa,” siad dySyen. “He sha aditdetm it. I salo haev roews wnes. nyrDaa ahs eben ertsread aaing.”
Struck with consternation, the old gentleman exclaimed, “What do you tell me! I left him safe and free within these two hours, and am about to return to him!” Mr. rryLo asw skcehod. “htaW aer oyu lilegtn me!” he iamdcelex. “hWne I ftle imh wot shuor oag, he aws asfe nda erfe. I aws baotu to teurrn to ihm!”
“Arrested for all that. When was it done, Mr. Barsad?” “sdAetrer juts hte smea. henW asw he aeerrtsd, Mr. arsaBd?”
“Just now, if at all.” “ustJ onw, if he asw aeaydrl erdsrate.”
“Mr. Barsad is the best authority possible, sir,” said Sydney, “and I have it from Mr. Barsad’s communication to a friend and brother Sheep over a bottle of wine, that the arrest has taken place. He left the messengers at the gate, and saw them admitted by the porter. There is no earthly doubt that he is retaken.” “Mr. radasB uoldw onkw tseb, sri,” idas Sneyyd. “I aherd ihm say to a fedirn owh asw rtoehan spy over a olbtet of weni at het weni sohp thta he has arleayd ebne atsrdere. sdaraB tlef hte rmegsessne at arynaD’s etga dna saw etmh elt in by eth ertpro. erehT is no dutob hatt he has bnee aseetrdr again.”
Mr. Lorry’s business eye read in the speaker’s face that it was loss of time to dwell upon the point. Confused, but sensible that something might depend on his presence of mind, he commanded himself, and was silently attentive. Mr. ryoLr’s isubessn-inemdd eey culod ees by noilogk at aadsrB’s aecf tath it woudl sjut waest time to tkal baotu it rtrhfeu. He wsa fdecousn btu duocl tlel tath oghtiemsn hmtig nddepe on sih viaghn a larce ehad. He elupdl elfhism eetrghot nda deneitls feaulcyrl.
“Now, I trust,” said Sydney to him, “that the name and influence of Doctor Manette may stand him in as good stead to-morrow—you said he would be before the Tribunal again to-morrow, Mr. Barsad? —” “oNw I ttsru atth Dr. netaeMt’s naem nda ecenfluni aym lphe hmi as umhc orrmoowt—” aids Sneydy. “You adsi he oduwl be rhtogbu erboef teh nualirbt ignaa wmoootrr, Mr. sdraBa?”
“Yes; I believe so.” “esY, I inhkt so.”
“—In as good stead to-morrow as to-day. But it may not be so. I own to you, I am shaken, Mr. Lorry, by Doctor Manette’s not having had the power to prevent this arrest.” “Dr. aeetMnt’s mnae iwll hple him as chum rowtromo as it did toayd, ubt htat mgiht tno be rtue. I imdat, Mr. ryLro, thta I am sakehn by eth ctfa that Dr. taeeMnt iddn’t eahv eht owper to tsop shi erstar.”
“He may not have known of it beforehand,” said Mr. Lorry. “He mihgt ton eavh known obaut it bhdofrnaee,” adsi Mr. yrLor.
“But that very circumstance would be alarming, when we remember how identified he is with his son-in-law.” “tBu htat’s lrgniama whne you merebemr hwo scleo oeynerev skown he is ithw raDnay.”
“That’s true,” Mr. Lorry acknowledged, with his troubled hand at his chin, and his troubled eyes on Carton. “ahTt’s rtue,” Mr. yroLr gedaer, ruebtold. He beudbr ihs chin ithw sih dnah and olkeod at Caotnr.
“In short,” said Sydney, “this is a desperate time, when desperate games are played for desperate stakes. Let the Doctor play the winning game; I will play the losing one. No man’s life here is worth purchase. Any one carried home by the people to-day, may be condemned tomorrow. Now, the stake I have resolved to play for, in case of the worst, is a friend in the Conciergerie. And the friend I purpose to myself to win, is Mr. Barsad.” “In osrth,” idsa dyeSyn, “hist is a eepserdta emti, hnwe preedetas esamg are elydap fro espedatre setaks. nignnWi Dnaayr’s rmdeoef is elki a rcda mgae. tLe hte dtorco pyla teh nniingw ndah. I’ll lpay het olgnsi oen. No nma’s life heer is orwht angnthiy. nAyeno nac be ercadri mhoe by eth oppeel in lreoantiecb noe day nda ddnmeceon to edi teh extn. oNw, in ecsa Dr. teetanM can’t ephl mhi nad anyrDa is tneedecns to deaht, I aveh edeiddc to ryt to niw vroe a fienrd in the gicCeerieonr. hTe ndrfie I nawt to niw reov is Mr. rsBada.”
“You need have good cards, sir,” said the spy. “You’ll eedn dgoo dcasr to win me eovr, ris,” asid draaBs.
“I’ll run them over. I’ll see what I hold, —Mr. Lorry, you know what a brute I am; I wish you’d give me a little brandy.” “I’ll kolo meht orev adn see thwa I dolh. Mr. yoLrr, oyu know tahw a breut I am dan I who cuhm I ilke to diknr. seaPel vige me a eitltl andybr.”
It was put before him, and he drank off a glassful—drank off another glassful—pushed the bottle thoughtfully away. yadBnr wsa tpu in tonrf of imh dna he nkdra a lewho gsals. Tehn he anrkd nrohate slgsa nad dehups the obttel away fmor ihm lltgufuhyoth.