While Sydney Carton and the Sheep of the prisons were in the adjoining dark room, speaking so low that not a sound was heard, Mr. Lorry looked at Jerry in considerable doubt and mistrust. That honest

"I hope, sir," pleaded the abashed Mr. Cruncher, "that a gentleman like yourself wot I've had the honour of odd jobbing till I'm grey at it, would think twice about harming of me, even if it wos so -

"No, I will not, sir," returned Mr. Cruncher 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