Read a part of a story called A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. Retell the story on behalf of Mr Lorry. Begin your retelling with: Hello! My name’s Jarvis Lorry. I work…

Read a part of a story called A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. Retell the story on behalf of Mr Lorry. Begin your retelling with: Hello! My name’s Jarvis Lorry. I work forRead a part of a story called A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. Retell the story on behalf of Mr Lorry. Begin your retelling with: Hello! My name’s Jarvis Lorry. I work for It was the year 1775. A coach is taking Mr Jarvis Lorry from London to Dover. A man on a horse rides up to the coach. A man looked out of the window of the coach. He was about sixty years old and he wore old-fashioned clothes. He saw the rider and asked, ‘What news do you bring, Jerry?’ ‘Do you know this man, sir?’ asked the coach driver. ‘There are robbers on this road’. ‘I know him’, replied the old man. ‘His name is Jerry Cruncher. He has come from my bank. Jerry Cruncher is a messenger, not a robber’. ‘Here is a letter for you, Mr Lorry’, the messenger said. ‘Mr Tellson wants you to wait at the Royal George Inn at Dover. A young lady will travel to Paris with you.’ ‘Thank you, Jerry,’ Mr Lorry said. He took the letter. ‘I will wait in Dover. Good night’. Mr Lorry waited at the Royal George Inn at Dover. Miss Lucie Manette arrived the next day. She was about eighteen years old and she had long golden hair. ‘Miss Manette’, said Mr Lorry, ‘I work for Tellson’s Bank. There is a Tellson’s Bank in London and a Tellson’s bank in Paris. I often travel between the two cities.’ ‘Twenty years ago, your father came to Tellson’s bank in Paris’, said Mr Lorry. ‘He left some money in the bank’. ‘Yes’, said Lucie Manette. ‘My father went to prison and he died. My mother brought me to England. I was very young. I have lived in England all my life. But my mother taught me French’. ‘My mother died a few years ago’, Lucie said. ‘And Tellson’s Bank took care of me.’ ‘Your father went to prison’, Mr Lorry said. ‘But he did not go to court. There was no trial’. ‘That’s right’, said Lucie. ‘My father died in prison’. ‘No, my dear’, said Mr Lorry. ‘I have news of your father. He did not die in prison. He is alive and he is living in Paris. I will take you to see him’. Lucie Manette put her hand to her face. ‘Miss Pross!’ she said loudly. Then she fainted.