"A Tale of Two Cities"
by Charles Dickens

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     "In short," said Sydney, "this is a desperate time, when desperate games are played for desperate stakes. Let the Doctor play the winning game; I will play the losing one. No man's life here is worth purchase. Any one carried home by the people to-day, may be condemned tomorrow. Now, the stake I have resolved to play for, in case of the worst, is a friend in the Conciergerie. And the friend I purpose to myself to win, is Mr. Barsad."

     "You need have good cards, sir," said the spy.

     "I'll run them over. I'll see what I hold,--Mr. Lorry, you know what a brute I am; I wish you'd give me a little brandy."

 

     It was put before him, and he drank off a glassful--drank off another glassful--pushed the bottle thoughtfully away.

 
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