"A Tale of Two Cities"
by Charles Dickens

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     "I thought he was rather a handsome fellow, and I thought I should have been much the same sort of fellow, if I had had any luck."

     Mr. Stryver laughed till he shook his precocious paunch.

     "You and your luck, Sydney! Get to work, get to work."

 

     Sullenly enough, the jackal loosened his dress, went into an adjoining room, and came back with a large jug of cold water, a basin, and a towel or two. Steeping the towels in the water, and partially wringing them out, he folded them on his head in a manner hideous to behold, sat down at the table, and said, "Now I am ready!"

     "Not much boiling down to be done to-night, Memory," said Mr. Stryver, gaily, as he looked among his papers.

     "How much?"

     "Only two sets of them."

 
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