His spirits rallied a little as they entered the city, and he said laughingly, “You remind me of the man on his way to the gallows, who was offered a free pardon if he would marry a sartin woman in the crowd, not over ’n’ above handsome. He looked at her, shook his head: ‘Sharp nose, thin lips,’ says he; ‘drive on, cartman!’ So, ruther ’n work for me, you’ll go to jail! ha, ha, ha!” And Sellick began to think he would have to tell the story, much as it reflected on his reputation as an employer.