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Carton's hand moved back to his breast no more. The prisoner

sprang up with a reproachful look, but Carton's hand was close

and firm at his nostrils, and Carton's left arm caught him round

the waist. For a few seconds he faintly struggled with the man

who had come to lay down his life for him; but, within a minute

or so, he was stretched insensible on the ground.

Quickly, but with hands as true to the purpose as his heart was,

Carton dressed himself in the clothes the prisoner had laid

aside, combed back his hair, and tied it with the ribbon the

prisoner had worn. Then, he softly called, "Enter there! Come

in!" and the Spy presented himself.

"You see?" said Carton, looking up, as he kneeled on one knee

beside the insensible figure, putting the paper in the breast:

"is your hazard very great?"

"Mr. Carton," the Spy answered, with a timid snap of his fingers,

"my hazard is not that, in the thick of business here, if you are

true to the whole of your bargain."