You'll get me killed
Oh Solomon, dear Solomon!I've found you at last, dear brother!But whatever are you doing here in Paris? '
'Don't call me Solomon. You'll get me killed. Pay for your wine, and come outside, 'said the man in a low, frightened voice.
They went outside. 'You mustn't recognize me here, 'said the man. 'It's not safe. Go your way, and let me go mine. '
Miss Pross began to cry at these unbrotherly words, and Jerry Cruncher stepped forward to stare in the man's face.
'Wait a minute, 'said Jerry. 'Is your name John Solomon, or Solomon John? Your sister calls you Solomon. I know that your name's John; I remember that. But your other name wasn't Pross at that Old Bailey trial. What was your name then? '
'Barsad!'said another voice.
'Yes, Barsad, that's it, 'cried Jerry. He turned round and saw Sydney Carton standing behind him.
'Don't be alarmed, my dear Miss Pross, 'said Carton, smiling at her. 'But I'm afraid I have to tell you that your brother
Compact fluorescent lamp is a spy, a spy for the French prisons. '
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