A Tale of Two Cities

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Our booked traveler appeared in a second that it was his name. The watchman, the coachman, and the two different travelers looked at him incredulously.

‘Keep where you are,’ the watchman called to the voice in the fog, ‘on the grounds that, on the off chance that I should commit an error, it would never be fixed in the course of your life. Honorable man of the name of Lorry answer straight.’

‘What is wrong?’ asked the traveler, at that point, with somewhat trembling discourse. ‘Who needs me? Is it Jerry?’

(“I don’t care for Jerry’s voice, in the event that it is Jerry,’ snarled the watchman to himself. ‘He’s hoarser than suits me, is Jerry.’)

‘Indeed, Mr. Lorry.’

‘What is wrong?’

‘A despatch sent after you from over there. T. also, Co.’