Book the Second - the Golden Thread
24. XXIV. Drawn to the Loadstone Rock
 (continued)
"All sorts of people have been proposed to me, but I will have
 nothing to say to any of them.  I intend to take Jerry.  Jerry has
 been my bodyguard on Sunday nights for a long time past and I am used
 to him.  Nobody will suspect Jerry of being anything but an English
 bull-dog, or of having any design in his head but to fly at anybody
 who touches his master." 
"I must say again that I heartily admire your gallantry and
 youthfulness." 
"I must say again, nonsense, nonsense!  When I have executed this
 little commission, I shall, perhaps, accept Tellson's proposal to retire
 and live at my ease.  Time enough, then, to think about growing old." 
This dialogue had taken place at Mr. Lorry's usual desk, with Monseigneur
 swarming within a yard or two of it, boastful of what he would do to
 avenge himself on the rascal-people before long.  It was too much the
 way of Monseigneur under his reverses as a refugee, and it was much
 too much the way of native British orthodoxy, to talk of this terrible
 Revolution as if it were the only harvest ever known under the skies
 that had not been sown--as if nothing had ever been done, or omitted
 to be done, that had led to it--as if observers of the wretched
 millions in France, and of the misused and perverted resources that
 should have made them prosperous, had not seen it inevitably coming,
 years before, and had not in plain words recorded what they saw.  Such
 vapouring, combined with the extravagant plots of Monseigneur for the
 restoration of a state of things that had utterly exhausted itself,
 and worn out Heaven and earth as well as itself, was hard to be endured
 without some remonstrance by any sane man who knew the truth.  And it
 was such vapouring all about his ears, like a troublesome confusion of
 blood in his own head, added to a latent uneasiness in his mind, which
 had already made Charles Darnay restless, and which still kept him so. 
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