A Tale of Two Cities - Chapter XVII

A Tale of Two Cities

Chapter XVII

A Companion Picture

“SYDNEY,” said Mr. Stryver, on that self-same night, or morning, to his jackal; “mix another bowl of punch; I have something to say to you.”
Sydney had been working double tides that night, and the night before, and the night before that, and a good many nights in succession, making a grand clearance among Mr. Stryver’s papers before the setting in of the long vacation.