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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."

"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."

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."