As she did so, Solomon turned to the followers of the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity, and offered a few words of explanation in the French language, which caused them all to relapse into their former places and pursuits. Confound it! There," said Solomon, making a dab at Miss Pross's lips with his own.
If you really don't want to endanger my existence--which I half believe you do--go your ways as soon as possible, and let me go mine. I am busy. I am an official. I would almost sooner have seen the dear boy lying in his--". You want to be the death of me. I shall be rendered Suspected, by my own sister. Just as I am getting on! Say but one affectionate word to me, and tell me there is nothing angry or estranged between us, and I will detain you no longer.
Good Miss Pross!
As if the estrangement between them had come of any culpability of hers. As if Mr. Lorry had not known it for a fact, years ago, in the quiet corner in Soho, that this precious brother had spent her money and left her! He was saying the affectionate word, however, with a far more grudging condescension and patronage than he could have shown if their relative merits and positions had been reversed which is invariably the case, all the world over , when Mr. Cruncher, touching him on the shoulder, hoarsely and unexpectedly interposed with the following singular question:.
Might I ask the favour? As to whether your name is John Solomon, or Solomon John? The official turned towards him with sudden distrust.
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He had not previously uttered a word. She calls you Solomon, and she must know, being your sister. Which of the two goes first? And regarding that name of Pross, likewise. That warn't your name over the water. T'other one's was one syllable. I know you. You was a spy-- witness at the Bailey. What, in the name of the Father of Lies, own father to yourself, was you called at that time? The speaker who struck in, was Sydney Carton.
He had his hands behind him under the skirts of his riding-coat, and he stood at Mr. Cruncher's elbow as negligently as he might have stood at the Old Bailey itself. I arrived at Mr. Lorry's, to his surprise, yesterday evening; we agreed that I would not present myself elsewhere until all was well, or unless I could be useful; I present myself here, to beg a little talk with your brother. I wish you had a better employed brother than Mr. I wish for your sake Mr. Barsad was not a Sheep of the Prisons.
Sheep was a cant word of the time for a spy, under the gaolers. The spy, who was pale, turned paler, and asked him how he dared Barsad, coming out of the prison of the Conciergerie while I was contemplating the walls, an hour or more ago. You have a face to be remembered, and I remember faces well.
Made curious by seeing you in that connection, and having a reason, to which you are no stranger, for associating you with the misfortunes of a friend now very unfortunate, I walked in your direction.
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I walked into the wine-shop here, close after you, and sat near you. I had no difficulty in deducing from your unreserved conversation, and the rumour openly going about among your admirers, the nature of your calling.
And gradually, what I had done at random, seemed to shape itself into a purpose, Mr. Could you favour me, in confidence, with some minutes of your company--at the office of Tellson's Bank, for instance? Carton's negligent recklessness of manner came powerfully in aid of his quickness and skill, in such a business as he had in his secret mind, and with such a man as he had to do with.
His practised eye saw it, and made the most of it. But for my great respect for your sister, I might not have led up so pleasantly to a little proposal that I wish to make for our mutual satisfaction. Do you go with me to the Bank? Let me take your arm, Miss Pross. This is not a good city, at this time, for you to be out in, unprotected; and as your escort knows Mr. Barsad, I will invite him to Mr. Lorry's with us.
Are we ready? Come then! Miss Pross recalled soon afterwards, and to the end of her life remembered, that as she pressed her hands on Sydney's arm and looked up in his face, imploring him to do no hurt to Solomon, there was a braced purpose in the arm and a kind of inspiration in the eyes, which not only contradicted his light manner, but changed and raised the man. She was too much occupied then with fears for the brother who so little deserved her affection, and with Sydney's friendly reassurances, adequately to heed what she observed.
They left her at the corner of the street, and Carton led the way to Mr. Lorry's, which was within a few minutes' walk. John Barsad, or Solomon Pross, walked at his side.
Lorry had just finished his dinner, and was sitting before a cheery little log or two of fire--perhaps looking into their blaze for the picture of that younger elderly gentleman from Tellson's, who had looked into the red coals at the Royal George at Dover, now a good many years ago. He turned his head as they entered, and showed the surprise with which he saw a stranger. I have an association with the name--and with the face. Barsad," observed Carton, coolly.
As he took a chair himself, he supplied the link that Mr. Lorry wanted, by saying to him with a frown, "Witness at that trial. Lorry immediately remembered, and regarded his new visitor with an undisguised look of abhorrence. Barsad has been recognised by Miss Pross as the affectionate brother you have heard of," said Sydney, "and has acknowledged the relationship.
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