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No，no.You do not understand.That was just a joke-a good joke betweenme and Alice.She understood." "Funny kind of joke!Do you care to say where you were yesterday evening，Ascher?" "Yes，yes-I tell you everything.I did not go near Alice.I am withfriends-good friends.We are at the Seven Stars-and then we are at the RedDog-"He hurried on，his words stumbling over each other. "Dick Willows-he was with me-and old Curdie-and George-and Platt andlots of the boys.I tell you I do not never go near
His voice rose to a scream.The inspector nodded to his underling. "Take him away.Detained on suspicion." "I don't know what to think，"he said as the unpleasant，shaking old manwith the malevolent，mouthing jaw was removed."If it wasn't for the letter，I'd say he did it." "What about the men he mentions?"

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Children?" ¡¡¡¡"No children." ¡¡¡¡"Business seems bad?" ¡¡¡¡"Business is very bad; the people are so poor." ¡¡¡¡"Ah, the unfortunate, miserable people! So oppressed, too- as you say." ¡¡¡¡"As you say," madame retorted, correcting him, and deftly knitting an extra something into his name that boded him no good. ¡¡¡¡"Pardon me; certainly it was I who said so, but you naturally think so. Of course." ¡¡¡¡"I think?" returned madame, in a high voice. "I and my husband have enough to do to keep this wine-shop open, without thinking. All we think, here,

is how to live. That is the subject we think of, and it gives us, from morning to night, enough to think about, without embarrassing our heads concerning others. I think for others? No, no." The spy, who was there to pick up any crumbs he could find or make, did not allow his baffled state to express itself in his sinister face; but, stood with an air of gossiping gallantry, leaning his elbow on Madame Defarge's little counter, and occasionally sipping his cognac.

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Of her soon cheering up again, and our signing the register all round. Of my going into the gallery for Peggotty to bring her to sign it; of Peggotty's hugging me in a corner, and telling me she saw my own dear mother married; of its being over, and our going away. ¡¡¡¡Of my walking so proudly and lovingly down the aisle with my sweet wife upon my arm, through a mist of half-seen people, pulpits, monuments, pews, fonts, organs, and church windows, in which there flutter faint airs of association with my childish church at home, so long ago.

¡¡¡¡Of their whispering, as we pass, what a youthful couple we are, and what a pretty little wife she is. Of our all being so merry and talkative in the carriage going back. Of Sophy telling us that when she saw Traddles (whom I had entrusted with the licence) asked for it, she almost fainted, having been convinced that he would contrive to lose it, or to have his pocket picked. Of Agnes laughing gaily; and of Dora being so fond of Agnes that she will not be separated from her, but still keeps her hand.