Tale of two cities who is the jackal

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But you get the picture. Could Dickens be using a little bit of irony here? Stryver gets pretty happy on his punch and, after a while, he begins to reminisce about his past.

Some things never change. As Stryver pours himself another drink, he wants Carton to drink to the "pretty witness" who came to court today. Carton gulps for a second, and then he mutters some unpleasant things about Lucie. But he does call her a "golden doll. He was sure he caught Carton staring at Lucie for most of the day.

Carton insists that Lucie means nothing to him. Falling back into a drunken stupor, Stryver heads to bed. He was improving, though. The more cases he worked on, the better he became at finding the crux of an argument. And no matter how late he stayed up drinking with Sydney Carton, he was always well prepared the next morning. Stryver never had a case in hand, anywhere, but Carton was there, with his hands in his pockets, staring at the ceiling of the court; they went the same Circuit, and even there they prolonged their usual orgies late into the night, and Carton was rumoured to be seen at broad day, going home stealthily and unsteadily to his lodgings, like a dissipated cat.

At last, it began to get about, among such as were interested in the matter, that although Sydney Carton would never be a lion, he was an amazingly good jackal, and that he rendered suit and service to Stryver in that humble capacity. Sydney Carton, who was lazy and unimpressive, was Mr. If Stryver was on a case, Carton was there with his hands in his pockets staring at the courtroom ceiling.

They worked on cases for the circuit court, and they stayed up drinking late into the night. Carton could sometimes be seen stumbling back home, disheveled and drunk, in broad daylight. Finally the word got out among other lawyers that while Sydney Carton would never be a lion, he was a great jackal, and this was the service he provided Stryver.

Your honour told me to call you. You told me to wake you. I remember.