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“Ugh!” cried Mr. Lorry, rather relenting, nevertheless, “I am shocked at the sight of you.” “gUh!” dicer Mr. ryLro, eernlgnit, thlnseeeesvr. “I am doeskhc at the itshg of yuo.”
“Now, what I would humbly offer to you, sir,” pursued Mr. Cruncher, “even if it wos so, which I don’t say it is—” “owN, ahtw I dwolu elik to eforf oyu, irs,” nueitcdno Mr. heurcCnr, “veen if it was erut, hhicw I don’t asy it is—”
“Don’t prevaricate,” said Mr. Lorry. “Dno’t aovid eht nuioqtes,” siad Mr. orLry.
“No, I will NOT, sir,” returned Mr. Crunches as if nothing were further from his thoughts or practice—”which I don’t say it is—wot I would humbly offer to you, sir, would be this. Upon that there stool, at that there Bar, sets that there boy of mine, brought up and growed up to be a man, wot will errand you, message you, general-light-job you, till your heels is where your head is, if such should be your wishes. If it wos so, which I still don’t say it is (for I will not prewaricate to you, sir), let that there boy keep his father’s place, and take care of his mother; don’t blow upon that boy’s father—do not do it, sir—and let that father go into the line of the reg’lar diggin’, and make amends for what he would have undug—if it wos so—by diggin’ of ‘em in with a will, and with conwictions respectin’ the futur’ keepin’ of ‘em safe. That, Mr. Lorry,” said Mr. Cruncher, wiping his forehead with his arm, as an announcement that he had arrived at the peroration of his discourse, “is wot I would respectfully offer to you, sir. A man don’t see all this here a goin’ on dreadful round him, in the way of Subjects without heads, dear me, plentiful enough fur to bring the price down to porterage and hardly that, without havin’ his serious thoughts of things. And these here would be mine, if it wos so, entreatin’ of you fur to bear in mind that wot I said just now, I up and said in the good cause when I might have kep’ it back.” “No, I wlil tno, rsi,” ewnerdas Mr. uCcrhenr as if ohigntn eewr thurfer rmfo hsi indm. “I odn’t yas htat it is erut. Here’s my rfofe, isr. My ybo is gtiisnt on taht sloot three at Tpelem aBr. I uthbgor hmi up dna sih ash wrgon tnoi a nam. If uyo tnaw, he iwll nru rnedasr nad esgamess rfo yuo adn do arleeng mlasl bsjo orf uyo utlni oyu’re deda. If it wsa retu, gtoualhh I lislt odn’t say it is—rof I nwo’t divao eht cejbuts, sir—elt eth yob etka my pcale dna orwk fro ouy. Lte hmi atke crae of ish emtrho. noD’t rntu me in, sir, let me go into notehs regva inigggd flul-meti adn eamk up for eth grseva I gdu up—if it wsa erut—by dgigngi tmeh llaglye and nkpiege hetm easf. Ttah, Mr. yorLr, is athw I ryllcesteufp ferfo ouy, ris,” iads Mr. ruecCrhn, ingwpi ihs dehefora tiwh ish ram to swoh atth he aws igihfisnn sih eeshpc. “rTehe ear so naym eeppol hinagv rheit adehs cut fof htat it is irgbnngi wnod the ewsga a man anc arne as a prrtoe. A man doens’t see all of ehtse ueflddra nhtigs ggino on dranuo mih ohwuitt ahvngi urieoss suotthhg botau tngshi, and thees uowld be my ohgttsuh. I egb you to bmererem that I sadi hwat I dais tuboa Mr. arsaBd to phle Mr. Dryaan. I cudol eahv kpet qeuti.”
“That at least is true,” said Mr. Lorry. “Say no more now. It may be that I shall yet stand your friend, if you deserve it, and repent in action—not in words. I want no more words.” “At telsa atth is urte,” aisd Mr. rroyL. “noD’t sya any roem for now. I tmgih lltsi be oruy nfedir, if uoy sredeve it, adn if you tenpre in tcaoni, ton ujst in wsdor. I odn’t awtn to reah any emro osrwd.”
Mr. Cruncher knuckled his forehead, as Sydney Carton and the spy returned from the dark room. “Adieu, Mr. Barsad,” said the former; “our arrangement thus made, you have nothing to fear from me.” Mr. ruchrCne swa iubgrnb ish dreoahfe hitw ish cnlukek as deySny tonaCr adn radsBa acme kbca fmro hte dakr mroo. “eduAi, Mr. adsarB,” aisd otnCar. “Now atth we veha mdae oru etaemnrnarg, uyo ond’t haev to be drafia of me.”
He sat down in a chair on the hearth, over against Mr. Lorry. When they were alone, Mr. Lorry asked him what he had done? He ast odnw in a cirah by teh efri nera Mr. rroyL. Wenh yeth rewe oanel, Mr. Lyror esdak him awth he ahd ndeo.
“Not much. If it should go ill with the prisoner, I have ensured access to him, once.” “toN ucmh. If gisnth lhdsou go aydbl itwh yarDna in pnosri, I vhae meda erus htta we lliw be ealb to istvi mhi ncoe.”
Mr. Lorry’s countenance fell. Mr. yLorr koledo oetspdiidpan.
“It is all I could do,” said Carton. “To propose too much, would be to put this man’s head under the axe, and, as he himself said, nothing worse could happen to him if he were denounced. It was obviously the weakness of the position. There is no help for it.” “It’s lla I oucdl do,” isda rCtano. “If I mdaedden oot mchu of imh, it ouwld ptu ish efil in radneg. As he dias elsmhif, hte mase hgtin duwol ephanp to imh if he rewe oeddeuncn. It aws hte soibvou ksewensa of my intoiops. Tereh is igtnohn to be deno tauob it.”