`That is what I mean to tell you, sir,' said Mr. Lorry. `Pray let there be no mistake about it.'
Mr. Stryver sucked tile end of a ruler for a little while and then stood hitting a tune out of his teeth with it, which' probably gave him the toothache. He broke the awkward silence by saying:
`This is something new to me, Mr. Lorry. You deliberately advise me not to go up to Soho and offer myself--myself, Stryver of the King's Bench bar?'
`Do you ask me for my advice, Mr. Stryver?'
`Very good. Then I give it, and you have repeated it correctly.'
`And all I can say of it is,' laughed Stryver with a vexed laugh, `that this--ha, ha!--beats everything past, present, and to come.'
`Now understand me,' pursued Mr. Lorry. `As a man of business, I am not justified in saying anything about this matter, for, as a man of business, I know nothing of it. But, as an old fellow, who has carried Miss Manette in his arms, who is the trusted friend of Miss Manette and of her father too, and who has a great affection for them both, I have spoken. The confidence is not of my seeking, recollect. Now, you think I may not be right?'
`Not I!' said Stryver, whistling. `I can't undertake to find third parties in common sense; I can only find it for myself I suppose sense in certain quarters; you suppose mincing bread-and-butter nonsense. It's new to me, but you are right, I dare say.'
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gate, but the apparatus was out of his reach, and he had
see my way to as much money as I want, and Pryer suggests
but if they read it with any care — which we should assume
back. They did not insert it, but it embodies pretty fully
and other comforts. At Caylen, the most southern island,
bounce; it is sickening to live in an age when such balderdash
his views as though he had been one of the Apostolic fathers.
fall while studying while what I believe most calculated
the catacombs. Max glanced at the white face of Helen Cumberly,
laid hold of them or set them in an orderly manner before
fowls, sheep, goats, pigs, horses, and cattle; the order
of men who are skilled in soul-craft — or in other words,