"A Tale of Two Cities"
by Charles Dickens

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     The pace was suddenly checked, and, with much splashing and floundering, a man's voice called from the mist, "Is that the Dover mail?"

     "Never you mind what it is!" the guard retorted. "What are you?"

     "Is that the Dover mail?"

     "Why do you want to know?"

     "I want a passenger, if it is."

     "What passenger?"

     "Mr. Jarvis Lorry."

 

     Our booked passenger showed in a moment that it was his name. The guard, the coachman, and the two other passengers eyed him distrustfully.

     "Keep where you are," the guard called to the voice in the mist, "because, if I should make a mistake, it could never be set right in your lifetime. Gentleman of the name of Lorry answer straight."

     "What is the matter?" asked the passenger, then, with mildly quavering speech. "Who wants me? Is it Jerry?"

     ("I don't like Jerry's voice, if it is Jerry," growled the guard to himself. "He's hoarser than suits me, is Jerry.")

 
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