Book the Second - the Golden Thread
5. V. The Jackal
 (continued)
At length the jackal had got together a compact repast for the lion,
 and proceeded to offer it to him.  The lion took it with care and
 caution, made his selections from it, and his remarks upon it,
 and the jackal assisted both.  When the repast was fully discussed,
 the lion put his hands in his waistband again, and lay down to mediate.
 The jackal then invigorated himself with a bum for his throttle,
 and a fresh application to his head, and applied himself to the
 collection of a second meal; this was administered to the lion in the
 same manner, and was not disposed of until the clocks struck three in
 the morning. 
"And now we have done, Sydney, fill a bumper of punch," said Mr. Stryver. 
The jackal removed the towels from his head, which had been steaming
 again, shook himself, yawned, shivered, and complied. 
"You were very sound, Sydney, in the matter of those crown witnesses
 to-day.  Every question told." 
"I always am sound; am I not?" 
"I don't gainsay it.  What has roughened your temper?
 Put some punch to it and smooth it again." 
With a deprecatory grunt, the jackal again complied. 
"The old Sydney Carton of old Shrewsbury School," said Stryver,
 nodding his head over him as he reviewed him in the present and the
 past, "the old seesaw Sydney.  Up one minute and down the next; now
 in spirits and now in despondency!" 
"Ah!" returned the other, sighing:  "yes!  The same Sydney, with the
 same luck.  Even then, I did exercises for other boys, and seldom did
 my own. 
"And why not?" 
"God knows.  It was my way, I suppose." 
He sat, with his hands in his pockets and his legs stretched out
 before him, looking at the fire. 
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