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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." ¡¡¡¡He sat down in a chair on the hearth, over against Mr. Lorry. When they were alone, Mr. Lorry asked him what he had done? ¡¡¡¡"Not much. If it should go ill with the prisoner, I have ensured access to him once." ¡¡¡¡Mr. Lorry's countenance fell. ¡¡¡¡"It is all I could do," said Carton. "To propose too much, would be to put this man's head under the axe, and, as he himself said, nothing worse could happen to him if he were denounced. It was obviously the weakness of the position. There is no help for it." ¡¡
ribunal, will not save him." ¡¡¡¡"I never said it would." ¡¡¡¡Mr. Lorry's eyes gradually sought the fire; his sympathy with his darling, and the heavy disappointment of his second arrest, gradually weakened them; he was an old man now, overborne with anxiety of late, and his tears fell.