A strong card-a certain Guillotine card! Do you play?"
"No!" returned the spy.
"I throw up.
I confess that we were so unpopular with the outrageous mob, that I only got away from England at the risk of being ducked to death, and that Cly was so ferreted up and down, that he never would have got away at all but for that sham.
Though how this man knows it was a sham, is a wonder of wonders to me."
"Never you trouble your head about this man," retorted the contentious Mr. Cruncher; "you'll have trouble enough with giving your attention to that gentleman.
And look here! Once more!"-Mr. Cruncher could not be restrained from making rather an ostentatious parade of his liberality-"I'd catch hold of your throat and choke you for half a guinea."
The Sheep of the prisons turned from him to Sydney Carton, and said, with more decision, "It has come to a point.
I go on duty soon, and can't overstay my time.
You told me you had a proposal; what is it? Now, it is of no use asking too much of me.