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Copperfield po lee eh J us \AYY ql 3 Re esl Sled GUL ye 6 lay line Sel 3b dy femal de ia qi ct lisay pl obey oll! oll pl) daily 4 dead GU bS ler Gal Liey)l 7 6Chapter 1 The Street of Poverty St. Antoine was a miserable street in Paris, where children had sad pale faces and wretch- ed clothes. Hunger seemed to be written on the faces of these children, as well as on the faces oft every man and woman. Nothing was. bright and shiny in this street, except the shops which sold tools and weapons. Those shops were full of the sharpest and biggest bright knives, and the most fatal guns. It seemed that those bright weapons were waiting for the time when they would be brought out to do some horrible ac- tion. A large wine barrel had been dropped and broken in St. Antoine street as a cart was pas- sing by. Red wine was poured over the rough zround to form little poo!s in the gaps and cracks among these stones. Instantly, all the people nearby left what they were doing and hurried to the place to get some of the wine before the ground swallowed it. Some knelt down to gather it in their hands, but 9 Js! jail pl pu 23 JUBY Ge Vk Gd tb gol vob ob de pee pl Os EN Slay tt Latah el Weg o& d ply dea Sos dele LJUbY eyes aS RLY Qs gl tele ely Geb bt! Gold Bip Galbly GI Gy! Sb se del ats co gl tea bs Ie Y ede alsy ly ad 1 be el Shey eS Jorn cs collet Ole pole dae aa wl tee Ly JERS aN de onl al OL Liybadt jy Get! JE LAI BUSY Lesley cgohlesl goat dy edb! g 2S) uk cap oll gard ual (So «Gas anes otmost of it. seeped ‘through their fingers. Some brought cups and tried to fill them; others dip- ped their clothes in the wine and then sucked it eagerly. Then a joyful sound of laughter pre- vailed for a time in that street of poverty and misery. But soon all the wine disappeared and the joyful laughter died away. The wretched people returned. to whatever they had been doing before. A tall man approached. He dipped his fin- ger in some mud turned red with the wine and wrote on the wall the word: «Blood» in big let- ters. They all realized that time would come when blood would flow in St. Antoine streets and stain. its. stones red. The. wine barrel had been on its way to an inn at the corner. The inn-keeper; Monsieur De- farge, stood out side. He was a strongly - built man of about thirty, His face was good-natured on the whole, but that showed signs of strong determination and ‘the complete absence of weakness, He was a man to be feared as an enemy to be feared. Monsieur Defarge stood watching the struggle for the wine, for some time. Then he thought. «It’s not my problem. they must bring me another barrel instead of ‘that vroken one». WwW ist ele AU gad bell ce oat de OS elie octet db pl lee yet late of dyley lpal dill pole goo! qa tar. plan Lepore! ctl (iy GL etl be le oS. ety dee qlee! I] slip ales call dell Gd emel ee HU ub deo al geet yo capan dels nS hee RAL Ye oss LL gals oles Ob Gop) gare Se el citi ol PY Ol Saber poe ays Gp Gas UP abd OLA ae ols gsi ros whee ole OIS gle det Gail Gobe gry Ge gd IEW Seo cane ot ca del EAN Slee AS Lge ats esl adie ye SI cell ede pe Gl stall AA dye El pall Cile gully deel ole cst Sen dapat of Ce epee ced tel 1s “os gil alls 10Then his sight fell on the man who had written that horrible word on the wall, and the called him. «Hey. Gaspard. are you crazy? Why do you write such stupid words in the street?». Madame Defarge was at the inn when her husband came in. She was of his own age. with a very keen eye, bold face’ und of a calm silent manner, As her hasan ee she gave a little cough and looked at 4 ceftain direction so.as to call his attention to som! - ple who had just come into the inn + The inn-keeper, consequently, around to see an old gentleman and a youn® Jadyswho were sitting in a corner. and whom he eV er seen before. He noticed that the old sian attracted the attention of his young friend as wy to say. «This is our man». «What on earth are those two doing here?» Defarge wondered. «I don't know them». He pretended not to notice the two strangers, and started to talk with three men who were drinking at the bar. «What happened, Jacques?» said one of them to Monsieur Defarge. 2 13 TAS AUG eS gL fos LU Je ane Gis ray choy WLI Je La Ji edyS lar GIS CS IM Sage Col fe ealelSa aged doe bess be ae Gail D gules seal oi ile) dyes Ga) tly cite kl ble ld ane pies yi pL) Ga UI sale] ca os tb cl pay dail Shey, Ugo lew Siri walpaper of dae aay cash G Olde Ce ye LA dae ryh alsy GLU ete als] ie jy fy ale, ys ties Hern glee dels oO Lathe Glare) Olde pate lala a t, vilabyel Vth bey JS] Yee clay ccmeyall deed Y ob bie tani Lgl Ye Oy py [pls BW polis A prada! Ji af ypSle ly tte Vile 12«ls all the wine drunk from the broken bar- rel?», «Every drop of it», Defarge answered. The second man said. «Rarely do these mis- erable beasts know the taste of wine, or of any thing, except black bread and horrible death. Isn't that true. Jacques’. «Yes, it is true», Monsieur Detarge replied. The third man said as he put down his glass, «Ah! Such poor cattle always have a nasty bitter taste in their empty mouths; they lead a hard life. Is not that so, Jacques’». «lt is so, Jacques», answered Monsieur De- farge. Madame Defarge made a movement to attract his attention. «Gentlemen», he said, «the room you wish to see is at the top of the stairs. Go into the yard. One of you has come here before and will guide you through the way». They paid for their wine and said good bye. 15 Syphon gan AAI JS hi ay sqlite! shee Aba So eM fel Jl te gh at OL! gab CHU SU ball oe Gas he Le MULE. tl cea ply ape pebl plate, «ptt gst igalee ott tee Via ie relS Dj pay IU Jet du el EWI aati db pp abla ay gS ela a Pads ol tal tLe Ope ‘elie Ue AES eld vlad peal] cul) dh Sew eulie Bed cal Upltst Qe) GAlll Gd Oya gl GA edaledt tela Ay pSeat gay Saige be Up Suet ee a LN tod shell ge Spee Jel pa Miyano Hl Lada 14The old gentleman approached Monsieur De- farge and asked permission to speak to him. Their conversation was brief. Almost at the first word Monsieur Defarge seemed deeply atten- tive. Then he nodded and went out. The old gentleman made a sign to the young lady, and then went out, too. Mr. Defarge went on with her knitting and did not notice any thing. Mr. Jarvis Lorry (the old gentelman) and Miss Lucie Manette met De- farge in the yard to which he had recently directed the three men. There Defarge did an astonishing thing. He got down on one knee and touched the young lady's hand with his lips. Defarge had once been a servant of Dr. Man- ette, Lucie’s father, Lucie’s mother died, and her father, the doctor, disappeared; and nobody knew what had happened to him since then. His money was in Tellson'’s Bank — an English Bank. Lucie was brought to England as a baby, and Mr. Jarvis Lorry was put in charge of her money and took care of her education, since he was an official of Tellson’s Bank and an old friend of her father. Mr. Lorry took the child to Miss Pross, an, English woman, to bring her up. She became i pate gee OLS cl] Saeed Oily colbe cleee gute Atl Lay JM Eads sees aod ja er Lad opty tel UL jgealt Ul Le Bede of oye ge be HLF Goll HH oe! LY Gel) god be AH UE Up gt hd ge ee EUG gules A Lal a Cl wl We ad. tate Jaw qulbs pl Shay Bt Jie wey) _ tall 4 fly eS Je Aly Cegle yySalt gal Lake GLI Gb gyliza deel ols de ly aba Lolly (eely o beally Cale By ets! dy J tape ISS oye LI) tt U3 dus ce aol SRY Oy ers del OS) tlie ay LAS dL ony! te ty Uibys OS ay lgades gal Ul pal de Lor ga) ; aati) lead baaeey Opt LW eat SS] Ty] Sp Aa gay) dll ast 16like a mother to Lucie, and was ready to give geese t Ble Cael ged ey her life willingly for the child. _ LAST Jel op Welw Sa Lucie was now a young woman. Strange news had brought her with Mr. Lorry to eresl UE le ele iy ddl, ald OM Cy) al Paris — news that her father (whom all had cB gil by of Wale Ge hel God tel thought to be dead) was still living. He had = f Bec Ah a Hee GON \ been a prisoner in the Bastille -»the greatest cep bee OS a be J tl eet prison in paris. Now he had tee te, and was ce slinay vel Glbt wy cl dS Jeet! = old servant, Defarge, was 1 re of Lola ae oll im. Defarge got up with a remarkable Lin over his face. His good nature vanished, in 4 place was a look of anger and — nt for those who had done a dre rong against some one he loved. L TOM EG ery as ay Gols par idl RALS tal Sy Gab ol Yle obey oad Cll oe ce Sew bad Lhe 15 it gall ¢ ‘gale JE mo are high», Defarge said. «Le! & te de J dle pula «Is Dr. Manette alone?» Mr. Lorry nf ¢ 1. 1g) dl A pered. > taey Soil gS Jaa «Yes, he has been accustomed to loneliness es . Wt ccucdll jest aah es lak for so long that he cannot bear the presence of el ae vg Msseal ded we any body». Aig a «Is he greatly changed?» tds oy) Ab) le «Changed! You will not recognize him». y oa toe Sigua . pkve dale cp Vp pl eae As they approached the top of the stairs, De- i Ea bela eel soe farge took out an old key from his pocket. , — 19 18«Do you keep his door locked?» «Yes, I think, it is safer to do so». «Why do you think so?» «Because. he has lived so long locked up that he would be frightened if his door was left open». «Is that possible?» asked Mr. Lorry with sur- prise». «It is possible», answered Defarge bitterly. «In this beautiful world, such things are possible. They are not only possible, they are actually done daily. Such is the state of France». Their conversation was in so low a whisper that none of it reached the young lady's ears. But as they approached the door, she began to tremble. Deep anxiety was shown on her face. «Courage, my dear, be brave! the worst thing will be over in a minute. Think only of the happiness you will bring him». Suddenly, at a turn in the stairs, they came upon three men who were looking into a room through the cracks in a door. As they heard foot steps, they jumped with fear: they were the three men who had been drinking in the inn. 21 Das ab as jen cebu pst GUS of BT ety SAU bs ath aly, WS jel Deageig CALES Shh, LG, tle cy wile gis eT Ke lie fon htad so) doll dy OSS feat dud Nia Gg .ySen tule gids vel cro lel be ER ds eRe LEM ole this Se te bay ag flee gp Hell Said tow be ee ols wid gh ge OU oy by il OL Le ee wlgers de pe OS Geer Gli cor [eh esl Hele Gs ine b a Ht Ieee gil dol th hil, 6 5 Mla ty Wis SIS ley Lyell clit Yo alc ds ile Ayan Ge Uf Spit SIE ce BE Hel Osa BWI Se pls a yd yd el Jo oly dasa! Gly Quill 20«Leave us, you boys, We have business here,» said Defarge. The three went down without uttering a word. Mr. Lorry was furious and whispered to De- farge, «Do you make a show of Monsieur Man- ette?». «l show him to a few, to those whose sight is likely to do good. You are English, so you do not understand what 1 mean. Stay here for a moment, please». Defarge knocked with his keys on the door as if to warn the person inside, Then he inserted it in the lock and opened it slowly. He looked into the room and uttered something. A faint voice answered. He looked back and signed to them to enter. Mr. Lorry held the daughter's hand and led her, saying, «Come in, come in». «I am excited», she answered, shaking with fear. «Why are you shaking? Are you afraid?». «I am afraid of him, my father». He put her trembling arm around his neck, lifted her a little and hurried into the rogm, 23 ig ylbs Ju vibe Jor bal YI Gt GS sty vials Of Iplye of Og go Soll dy ‘colts Ald ues ee Gop atl ols ca etl ce ASU pal sls tell ppb fa pee ls gpASi| EL epee UL CUZ UB ell eal le collab ge daa ba Gl. gel b o ge lall Gb pattll aby wlSy OUI le englig qilie Ge poy Jel UL es eke oul eis Jeg est ° peel sls bl ULE pe vet wi dell rdlly BY! ay Gog) ddl cel vi geal egeale isle Be ay CNB snide: aa ult setae il Ja fond 5 Ua tegilly ge ee Ua iy Jel OA Yay caer dye Leal eld poy 22where a white-haired man sat on a coach, bent forward, his back turned towards the door and his face towards the window. He was busy making a shoe. _ & ey . 25 * Re. My ctl Gael Syme ey bes de ple te Ball ee ONS) aK S) deray CL UP eb ep SL ge le elds os lata “p "© ty 24Chapter 2 The Shoemaker «Good day». said Monsieur Defarge, looking down at the white head bent over the work. The white head was raised for a moment. Then a faint voice replied, «Good day». «You are still hard at work, I see». After a long silence the head was lifted again for a moment, and the weak voice replied, «Yes — I am still working». The faintness of the voice was very pitiable. It seemed to be the result not only of bodily weakness but also of lack of practice. The old man was poorly dressed. He had a white beard, a hollow face and extremely bright eyes that appeared to be unnaturally large. He took no notice of his visitors; he seemed hardly to know that they were there. His mind had obviously been affected by his long imprisonment. . 27 GW eal 4Jod le Sp goed ae ALI SI be yy cule tell Ul thaw ler idler Peake Sys lly tal Gaal CAEN ait! tga gle 2 tell fae ody & atl sot Say «ge Cae dy Gl te Gee LS ath! Tae Spe wt geet od b Gl gel eda Of ley Ub dpe De Gf email Spall olf OM WE bp ee etl inal Uy] oe d Sel Wb cals. ail Jo das US Gaty jyll Jo ols Lal! cae ab JS Wins Okeey Gyr orgy clan Dt cae a5 bss ty cag de dae Ge ld Tals (the OS die of petit ce Okyry el Lye 2 Agha! coe 26Mr. Lorry came silently forward, leaving Lucie by the door. «Come», said Defarge. «you have a visitor. Show him the shoe that you are making. Tell him what kind of a shoe it is». The weak voice replied, «It is a lady’s shoe, a young lady's shoe. It is in the present fashion. But I have never seen such a shoe. I have only seen a pattern». He looked at the shoe with a little pride, pride in his own handiwork. «And what is your name’» asked Mr. Lorry. «My name? One hundred and five, North Tower». «What? Is that all?». «One hundred and Five, North Tower». «But you are not a shoemaker by trade, are you?» asked Mr. Lorry.. The old man paused for a while. «No», he said, «1 am not a shoemaker by trade. I learned it in prison, They gave me permission to learn». 29 LUN te ped ISU cette gag) del pai glee tel dU eel awed GU HU sp aes ee Sb Jar ty BLM es ol ‘eiaatll Spall lel } eS dete jb gp ai] ale elie cid elde ai] a enh payee chai ats jf vhyddl cele pio pay HLL) I) igag aol JL tbe] bee AQ gill ity ee feel rae JS dal Mile Sle ell dnky Bea tag) deel Ju AGS Galt adel giles cee) b> ry day jyell Jed! iy cell Gb Colas sd cade! gle ol Ul Wa stpball tis] Giplast ual 28Mr. Lorry looked steadily in his face. «Dr. Manette, don’t you remember me?». The shoe dropped to the ground. He looked wonderingly at his questioner. «Dr. Manette. don't you remember Monsicur Defarge here? Don't you remember Jarvis Lor- ry. the old banker?». by The prisoner of many years loo from one to the other. A look of intelligence’ s to come over his face. Then it disappear d Darkness came down on his 2. He up the shoe and continued his Slowly, very slowly, Lucie “a, ‘ar ey bench of the shoe-marker. She st 4, him as he bent over his work. He dropped his knife, bent down to wn up, and caught sight of her dress. He ‘oc her with a frightened look and breathed heavily. The two men were afraid; he had the knife in his hand and she was very near. But she showed no sign of fear. «Who are you? Are you the prison warder's daughter?» «No», she sighed. «Who are you?» 31 sed Gay te! ahcgile peo kg Sadi Mia vale SN] Syms bis e209) Ge litt ba ue Sas vi gli eed Si YI ole y San 0 pega HEN aay Sa) eg AW MP set ge ht cee be el a dais vale bE Joy ctl ot dey Gb 253 oe vane eyliy lid! ‘ ‘ ad gle ae oe ey) Casi clus ld > des eb eee &; sb S] Cae Ugh Gaul cee dai J pile OMe OS Gey bly Uae Ue Ay” gh a LSD clase Ri ay cote LT Obed] cat fe Pct yea rapt gay IU wo atest gad 30She could not speak, but she sat down beside him on the bench. He drew away from her, but she laid her hand on his arm. He dropped his knife and sat looking at her. Her golden hair lay in curls on her shoulders. Nervously he put out his hand to touch it. Then he gave a deep sigh and went on with his shoemaking. Again the old man stopped; he touched Lucie’s hair again and looked closely at it. «lt is the same», he said. «But how can it be?», He put his hand to his neck and took off a blackened string that had a folded bit of cloth at the end of it. He opened this, carefully, on his knee. It contained a small quantity of hair — just a few long golden hairs which he had long, long ago wound upon his finger. He took her hair into his hand again and looked carefully atit. «It is the same. But how can it be? She laid her head upon my shoulder that night when I was called out. And when I was brought to the North Tower I found these hairs upon my coat». He tumed on her with terrifying suddenness. 33 aay) dad Je ale df cake Ged pS) ga es ply oS bel vashys ge lay call GSD cle Mel oy eid iS Je lll bat orhat oi Ling fell pally Gea ae pd. Vad nels! Geen oP NB el tt el iy Ali » diy AS GUS Se ES GS 4 fd abd ele Go apel the Coy wee Je me ty aS Je eet be] Sy Se hy eh. Haslet de Yi dye Gad Slat paw be nll oe 0 vd ot) te | LObek I) eis cael ip ak plant def Gp Gat, call ad ub Qe ES QS at ala ell dh ee oes veel bs LU Ob es cigs Je pill a uey Jal dale ce tly coke le Cet sd ila Laylal 32But she sat perfectly still and, when Defarge and Mr. Lorry would have come to her help, only said, «I beg you, gentlemen, do not come near us, do not speak, do not move». «Whose -voice is that?» he cried, «What is your name?» «Oh, sir, at another time you shall hear my name, and who my mother was, and who was my father. But I cannot tell you now, and I cannot tell you here. All that I can tell you is that I love you, and that I beg you to kiss me and to give me your blessing». She put her arm round his neck, held his head to her breast as if he were a child. «Thank God your long sorrow is over. From here we are going to England to be at peace and at rest. Give thanks to God who has brought you through so much suffering into peace at last». For a long time he remained with her arm around him. Then he slipped softly to the floor. A great calm had followed the storm. He slept as peacefully as a child. Mr. Lorry bent over the sleeping man. «We must take him away now, immediately». 35 tel ekSpeute sleteld SIS! gules telly gos! 4-H Sa Y hs YoY cba Y dla wtf thal Le Elie sp open SS gt Gey el ay Sel Ge tet echt Ys OW Sol Of gobo ol oS Yl Ob oy yl OF gealy othe gil ye Ue gheel Ls be S,oh af gSliy gl « chile ails Layne SI oly del pate Uy> ysl domes Le ge ede alot gal ad ALLL Son dl Spat gal 4 Sal schily oul J oS LAS] it ugh eke dy Le! OLY dhate dil of leels 4 b# yb a GibS GUL pliy «yeyb ayaa diel! ole de 8,4 «pBll ell Gyh gal tell gal db Gy a a of ea 34«But is he fit for the journey?» said Lucie. «Fitter for the journey than to remain in this city. so terrible to him». «lt is true», said Defarge. «And for many reasons Monsieur Manette would be better out of France. Say, shall I hire a carriage and horses?». «That is business», said Mr. Lorry. «And if business is to be done, I am the man to do it». «Then please leave us here», said Miss Man- ette. «You see how quiet he has become. Lock the door when you go out. Leave us together. Do not be afraid. He is quite safe with me, and I am quite safe with him». The two men went away to make arrange- ments for the journey. When they had gone, the daughter sat and watched her father. The dark- ness deepened and deepened. He lay quiet until a light shone through the cracks in the door. The time for departure had come As one long accustomed to being ordered, he ate and drank what they gave him, readily put 37 ipl ee te I ‘le ea ey gd «Gall ole Gk GSI ats de Jl oad] SL ‘gale Ju ole eee) ai ge ide LY eee Lee witlaley dye etl fa LE Gut 0% af Gog tel du SHUN UL foal je tt OIE Hy all» US ey pile peg LY osu SUL fist bate geet pS gg cit. be USA 3} wal tly cae Obl Ga] uae shy ts st pA le tame cede had bey dey opt Gad ode J) ed Vay ge Lie Bb ep Lally Gils EY UI Gye IIE tpl deg Gy a edd EL pty Jt hls O96 of obeel nS 36on the clothes they had brought for him, and went with them. Lucie put her arm through his. He took her hand in both of his own and kept it. They began to go down the stairs. There “was no crowd about the inn to see their departure. Only one person was to be seen, and that was Madame ABs who leaned against the door-post; & , and _ seemed to notice nothing. 39 YELLS pry) ats pega Gandy od Lay pal gil LI! cb Ulpiad be dete ly woe ley del acl G pti ee ke 3 tC Oybey tld Guill yo Hl pe ate the 1 1 celle git cobs Stell US a ay ey ate w Aes Mee J tabs, oh is ALE ay OUI 38Chapter 3 Silence in the Court Telleson’s Bank in London was an old- fashioned place even in 1780. It was very small, very dark and very ugly, but the owners were proud of its smallness, its darkness and its ugliness; they thought that if it looked better, it would be less respectable. Inside its honourable walls, the only men to be seen, solemnly car- rying on its business, were very old; it was be- lieved that if a young man joined the bank, they hid him until he was old enough to be seen. One March morning, one of the oldest of the clerks in the bank sent for Jerry Cruncher, the messenger, who usually spent his time sitting just outside the door. «Do you know the Court of Justice called the Old Bailey?» said the old clerk. «Yes, sir», said Jerry anxiously. 41 cS pal yA OAS Gy Ay OWS VAs hl ice Se Spry Ip abnnel 26) slengiy bss Laie OK) LWa ot Jat ols 4) al lyamel aby leedy LSlay opel dhey spe GF Vda wlyie Jol Ligeti ob fae gh ah, shed ole iy Wy JS yew oll «pyar we ag cols gh YJ ees is pall aol eal OM et ge chee OS wl gb Like dy Jr pat GU OAS ger el iW Jliy waG gail ly lee! Jal ake iad jor apt Sor dl Hg oh«And you know Mr. Lorry?». «Much better than I know the Old Bailey, sir. «Very well. Go to the door-keeper of the court and show him this note for Mr. Lorry. He will then let you in. When you are inside, show yourself to Mr. Lorry and wait until he wants you». Jerry took the letter, bowed to the clerk and set out for the Old Bailey. As he drew near, he had to make his way through a crowd of dirty people, all attracted to the place by the coming trial and hoping to enjoy the pleasure of seeing the accused man. All the doors were guarded, but when Jerry showed the letter, one of the doors was opened to let him in. «What's the next case?» Jerry asked a man near him. «Charles Darnay — the man accused of help- ing the king's enemies». Mr. Cruncher saw the door-keeper go to Mr. Lorry with the note in his hand. Mr. Lorry was sitting among the lawyers at a table in the court. One of these lawyers was Mr. Stryver; he was appearing for Darney, and had a lot of pap- ers in front of him. Nearly opposite was another 43 8 gag) dell GA jet Lge & deal oy el le pst Spiel DLW ada ugly AKA ye J] ay ies abl peas ol day fear tle lene Go tet telly ge plitly gay! 4 tt gail by SJ Maly AU gest SL gee ist crt op ate pe dik Gt of ale OS ee OS Ley fl cal AS Rested! OI LP Gy deel ep dull tbl oe gS dled Sip go CIS eel Lie lye ead ly sal poh DL gp Haske ) Gi OS Sey gr Ul a ell Lawl (a le AL altel toelie eg! Gyle bls vie goed dell dE Ak ul 8 tll ly Db cll Ss Wyle UP ele gay! a os LI ae il ise A OWS Oylall Vje del Sell pl dey ols ILE GL aM pe ally Gola be 42gentleman whose whole attention seemed to be fixed on the ceiling. When Mr. Lorry saw Cruncher he nodded quietly to him. The entrance of the judge stopped all the talking. Then the prisoner was led in. Everyone tried to see him— except one man, the carelessly dressed man who sat looking at the ceiling. Sydney Carton was his The prisoner was a young ran ot abou twenty-five; he seemed to be a gentl Bye was quite calm and bowed politely to the Silence in the court. Charl arnay tad) yesterday declared that he was ilty. Bu he was accused of being a spy wt Iping Louis, the French king, in his wars the he was accused of being a spy and of ae between England and France, and informin ey pr french of what armies king of England was paring to send to Canada and North America. The accused man listened to all this calmly; but as he did so he looked about the court and noticed two persons on his left. When his eyes fell upon them, his appearance was so changed that the attention of everyone in court was directed towards them. They were a young lady of little more than twenty, and a gentleman with very white hair who was clearly her father. His 45, byl ALS joy) dell ily Le aa pow opt eal] tide All sled ceed tal dp AS JS SILL Ute yl Sj fey Ol oI LU cely Jey Me aly of pas JS LOGIT Ga doef GE! bee oe Gegtally Gault Gf bse ULE a als seule JS SIU Gaily bab Wy ai, we tL Gola Gols olel YL Lal G cee ill GUN Gaoslicy Gerell lg ols a 2 lL pl] oe Gall (ee OS 1 AS] elle We tye boned Gf tlle eae, at Gt! ge ced pel) Lay ASLAN Sly Las J] WL f ( BB US IES cage La US I pall aol skye Candy betes cube Ge Cpa dee dy Sol! Jl sala] ary dell Doge JS Of Sem cee clas elle val eos ce rtall ce le GaP ae abd LIS Laps Sp BS as | tall, ast Lealy gy OlS ntl 44daughter, Lucie, had one of her hands drawn through the old man’s arm and was looking at the prisoner with great pity. From the crowd around him, Jerry learned that they were witnes- ses against the prisoner. The Attorney-General rose to open the case for the Government. «This prisoner», he said, «is in the habit of travelling between England and France on business. What this business is might not have been discovered, but fortunately an honest mnn, John Barsad, who was at one time the prisoner's friend, found out, and Roger Cly, the prisoner’s servant, found papers in the prisoner’s pockets and in his room. On these papers were lists of the English armies and their positions, It cannot be proved that these lists are written in the prisoner's hand-writing; but, this shows that the prisoner is a clever man who has tried in this way to cover up his actions». First John Barsad gave evidence of these facts. He was then examined by Mr. Stryver, who was defending Charles Darnay: «Have you ever been a spy?» «Certainly not». «Have you ever been in prison?». «No». 47 oe Ger Ge pallies dG bebsy Ges JS yeni wae ee OIsaLe [al dye ope Geb ate Ue 1UBy HSL J] Ladll ab) pl SU Lay Lt aU Leiydy LAS] Gy i opt peel Lee Lit Shey Op hl gk oS) diay old foal! Lia gyi gh AES! eel Unde OS Gilly cabo Oe Lek etl ree J GaN pee cel pole gS ans AAS ott ye qld Gls eda Goce Wy BpSe GlyVI ode Of Je Gal OIGYL Gd. pulpy aly dyley 53 ari OF ue Na Sly 6 Gell dae, . wacked class] da, plal| co Get ode tol yt oly Op Ghee! al G ryals PLS ye gil OAS SN pis fe tell 4 preteel wale Leyele cas ae ay ell , 1A? gavel G oe5 Of LU Gee fan wa 46«Never in a debtor's prison?». «] don’t see what that has to do with it». «Have you ever been accused of dishones- ty?». «lt was only in a game of cards. They said so — but they were drunk». «Are you sure you know the prisoner well?». «Yes». «Do you expect to be paid for giving evi- dence?». «Certainly not!» Roger Cly came next. He said that he had often seen such lists when arranging the prison- er’s clothes; he had found them in his room. He had seen the prisoner show the lists to a Prench- man at Calais. Questioned by Mr. Stryver, Ro- ger Cly admitted that he had once been a thief. Then came Mr. Lorry. He was asked whether he had seen the prisoner before, and replied that he had seen him come on board the ship at Calais. «At what time did he come on board?». «At a little after midnight». «Were you travelling with any companion, Mr. Lorry?» 49 Sgspall ae GY eal Nb Te sl GEV we ENE Saag! of 4 je fea Isls gS - GUS WWE bs Gy] od GS ols (eo APTS Gund Gye Sut ashe Sct pea stil af dale ade Yo Ete a5 ol is fae Yelle ale fee oy EL WE al J IS ayy the 6 ee f Lal Ledey diy coped OL Gig ke calylll wh de als J Lag Sey be ctl hs wis GL GIS sayy pel pe dell apr Leste. all lll Lad ots ce ell chy Ab OI BY Le Je gad all Jl wells bee ee de oy wh eb te giell oza dL ut geo vt febts fail Ciara da wtf Gog) de by Dye Je sel il) Jo 48«With two companions. A gentleman and a veka lly al aly fey cai aa lady. They are here», i thegh ils «Miss Manette!». Sec The young lady to whom all eyes had been os Vg Sheesh chi BUEN cos turned before stood up. ude Gee Bel * We at 7 «Miss Manette, look at the prisoner». steel Spb eh at It had been difficult for Chi Darnay to ad tbe ULE iy OF Giyla JLT de all oy Ol stand before that crowd in th but till . ty OE C SS USLay Usle OVI ge Ib dy eS now he had seemed calm and un - But ely of d viene er _- 2 faced by the youth and beauty — and pity, of Oltal gs ath Clee cle peg dads Slay Ole) Lucie Manette, his lips trembled. SSS ot Gall Je eel Lia «Miss Manette, have you ie prisonef > epee, before?». pGee™ See «Yes, sir». gq 18 ola «Where?» “ i Sill Gad yb des «On board the ship just mentioned». 47> = : «Did you speak to the prisoner?», Ww x tT Spell SP oie fo «When he came aboard, he noticed that Cy OF BAY ital pe UG] dee Len father was very tired and in a weak state of health. He was kind enough to help me to shel- ie < L, B 3) fap Geb OS thas tne OL ter my father from the wind and the weather». bly wl ye yl «Did he come on board alone?». LP laey Bil op Sb cle Jan «No». Sa «How many came with him?» fdas Ly fle Cy ill oe So «Two French gentlemen». AOL gd Oey a 51 50 (WWWREWITY.COM«Were any papers handed about among them, like these lists?». «Some papers were, but | don’t know what papers». «What did the prisoner say to you?». «He was kind and good, and useful to my father». At this point the witness burst into. tears. «I hope I may not repay him by doing him harm today». «Everyone understands, Miss Manette, that you are appearing in court unwillingly, because it is your duty. Please go on». «He told me that he was travelling on busi- ness of a delicate kind and was therefore using a false name. He said that he might have to travel between France and England quite often in the future». «Did he say anything about America?». «He tried to explain how that quarrel had started, and he thought that England was in the wrong. He added jokingly that George Washington might be as famous in history as George the Third». The judge looked up from his notes in asto- nished anger at these words, and all the people in court noticed the anxiety of the witness as she said them. . 53 uf Clg! oka ets Gyst Isls fo adh yl a be Geld Sls Gly Gant 18 ced WS bale coppil Aaa) ade ace aga Lay (aby Leb os saad] HLL yl aaist Y of pla SL sual! (ey HSL GEL Gay cele LT esd Js ela oye ald tals lb OY te a et oe Se Sel we fle ol Gel as oh ade Gorge ley ch, SE ples ef pee ped Ul otf GLAS) LE oy ble ple tpl gp 1 oi Jo Bien, OSs eg pall Ua Rly ge it ye of yl a Ly ghetly cayx of jb bat 3 sls Je LAS] al eI! cope fe aot be OS elk ghagely ea, Ly! oe ape, (SLT NG ye FLW GU de US Gg JS LST a 52Dr. Manette was then called and asked if he had seen the prisoner before. «Once, when he came to see me in London». «Did he travel with you in the ship?». «I cannot say». «Is there any special reason why you cannot?» «There is». «Has it been your misfortune to suffer a long imprisonment, without trial or accusation, in your own country ?». «A long imprisonment». «Were you at that time newly set free?» «They tell me so». «But you remember nothing?». «Nothing between the time when I used to make shoes in prison, and the time when I found myself living in London with my dear jaughter». A witness was then called who said that he iad seen the prisoner in a hotel in a town where here was a shipyard and a soldiers’ camp. The awyers were trying to prove that he had gone here to obtain valuable information. Sydney Carton had all this time seemed to be aking no notice: he had been just sitting there, 55 hy 2G ols BE fey Sol ysl pant ie foot deni 00) dol He oe bp ol ALA tae sl a adil of ciel Yo oaG legs Se pee tela cp age gre EB gt eile AUT lies tye ga Jo waa Go plel sf dasbe gt oye tab Cae te wate) 5 Gb cht Gab] abst AU, Gael aida oe Sis Y Sly dU ee Gs outed gl tll oy ge Yo Bal et Od get Lek tee pl tally srt tippll 65 3b Gest ch at de cl dale pe deal of vp Say gill Gey ed dry Bebe card Sea J) cad ob Iya of Oyllt dysbel ats stad layer Ue OS tad hack f alsy idl Ib Oy IS Gam by 54looking at the ceiling. But now he wrote a few words on a piece of paper and threw it to Mr. Stryver. After examining it, Mr. Stryver said to the witness: «Are you quite sure that it was the prison- er?», «Quite sure». «Have you ever seen anyone like the prison- er?» «Not so like him that I could be mistaken». «Look well at that gentleman, my friend there», said Stryver, pointing to the man who had thrown him the paper. «Do you think he is like the prisoner?». Although his friend was dirty and careless in his appearance, and was dressed as a lawyer, everyone in the court could see the likeness and was very surprised. «lf a man so like the prisoner could be found by chance in this court, another man, just as like him, might chance to be in that hotel», said Mr. Stryver. So this witness was valueless. There were no more witnesses to be heard, and the lawyers’ last speeches were made. The judge made his remarks. The twelve jurymen then left the court to consider their decision. 57 cae OV oS aN tf ey ad tte Le cpg deall Gl slay Gayl! gt tales Je OLAS pol py pes ell Uc gaan Le Scat ah ashe cil jee ole asta ep ety Lake cal) of Gee oa calle OS! GS ages ge Hea ed tafe Stygi cell ws UL lye bole a J tty HL gh Jar Bob obey gill fod dt Le tf opel ts erly ce pelal Sap ley OS ae of ec a Ul LSall BU Go ads Js glee! sa «ple vidas OSs aLesll USobl G Gaal Gert aey Bpr ke al de Baal dey ab el fry Sea ES call ie Cent ate saGaeill As J hed US Syd, salts Lda ols GUD Layo ule Gls Cal dy FT age Sha gh USoll phe YI Gyiledl jak pb alka sill ety ale yoglts 56Mr, Carton must have noticed more of what was going on than he appeared to do; for, when Miss Manette fainted, he was the first to cry out. «Officer, help the gentleman to take that young lady out of the court! Don’t you see that she will fall?». The prisoner seemed to be much affec! the trouble he had caused Miss Manette, asked Mr. Carton to tell her that he was so fo be the cause of her unhappiness. The jury were absent an hour and a halt ing which time Jerry Cruncher fell aslee when he was awakened by their return, he w io Mr. Lorry and received from him a piece ce paper on which had been hastily written the words «Not Guilty». yf dS GY yay le Ast ge Nile OyyIS al dae olay cole LEW Copel ae wea qe dpe EL OS fe el hal Gh AS gai IS Lal gi VE eel weley Cat RW Up a USL ile yell Lay «larly ail Yak, of ou a cil US Uy del) Giaiy deta Oiled GE SL cotter y Biel Lae oS US gee pl Pd Um Updo OS Sayll pt tabi lowly Soy) 4! : ucts + GChapter 4 A Strange Look Outside the court Mr. Charles Darnay was met by his friends. They were Dr. Manette, Lucie Manette, Mr. Lorry, Mr. Stryver who had defended him, and Mr. Carton, the assistant of Mr. Stryver. It would have been difficult to recognize in Dr. Manette the shoemaker of Paris, He appeared to have completely recovered from his terrible experience; his face was cheerful; he stood upright; he looked strong and well. Some- times, when memories of his imprisonment came over him, a black cloud seemed to settle on him. At such times, only his beloved daugh- ter, Lucie, had the power to drive the dark cloud away. Mr. Darnay kissed Miss Manette’s hand gratefully, and then warmly thanked Mr. Stryv- er, who said, «I am glad to have saved your life and honour, Mr. Darnay. It was a wicked charge against you, but a dangerous one». 61 els pail iy 2 i pay Sell ole aitel gol ls aA ell pepe A od A Ce oe weg 5 eS . pe fe Sell dels OS IS tly care cil os gill gale yr cole aS! Of ye Gall Gall ye ols ving ey op LUE at alsy Ly sad ol J adel i Glee gd yo Leas ple ay LS OS ges gle cell pl U) s SW 4 ope Late ole Gam ay) O95 ULI ode Go. dle Cae i lap abe olf vtliptl Gt ade ob Ge ap ad Et! Slew SS pb coke Cab IY y ole 4 3 JU oll 4 ee ad jy! te b it tbls cial gd te Uh pes ES WW La pe ing Cals 60«You saved my life and I shall never forget it», replied Darnay. «And now», said Mr.- Lorry, «we have all had a very tiring day. Miss Lucie looks ill; Mr. Darnay has a terrible time and we are all worn out. Let us all go home and sleep». «You speak for yourself», said Mr. ver. «I have a night's work in front of me»: t The Doctor gazed at Darnay and a strang look came over his face as he did so. It was a look of dislike and even of fear. «My father», said Lucie, laying her hatid/o his, «shall we go home?». + A carriage was called and the father and daugh- ter departed in it. Mr. Stryver also went away, to be followed by Mr. Lorry. Only Darnay and Carton were left. He took a long breath and answered «Yes». % «You look faint, Mr. Darnay», said Carton. «I feel rather faint», replied Darnay. 63 ay salely Shyb Lats det toll op) Iiay ge dat ain: gol wk! a eH Ler Wal ol OV rs Bayt aad de epee edgy yh Jo Galo eelly aay gt ey VG Hey Sold] Gad wh wale tape doll DE wt Jee gl EB HL pe pls cuts i tg UB ery Je uy le J opal le de Ub py lls fede fe ay eth ty ey) Sli tS Sp ad fe syla cagel mp WIS uly ON YS oy tye creat “dy Ge Ge by ga delle Geld Ga Og Is JE style dee Lets ass tyke ere ideally Gall atl Gla 62«Then come and drink some wine with me. I know an inn where the wine is geod». Soon the two men were seated opposite each other. 2 «Do you feel that you belong to the world again?» asked Caiton. «Yes. I am still confused, but I think I do». Carton filled a glass with wine and emptied it. «That must give you satisfaction», he said. «As for myself, my great desire is to forget that belong to it. The world has no good in it for me, and I am of no good tothe world». Charles Darney did not know how to answer. Carton continued, «Miss Manette is a very beautiful young lady, my friend. What does it feel like to be pitied for by such a fair young woman? She did pity you and weep for you; I saw her myself». Again Darnay did not answer, but he thanked him for his assistance at the trial. «I neither want your thanks nor deserve them», replied the other. «Mr. Darnay, let me ask you a question, Do you think I like you?». 65 3 ba Gel bb OL ae Ge oie te Le cae leet ULE Oe ale US ey ros JL Taw did Nie JI ges Gb att fan sally sel gest cb las eI LG bt a idl al Oat Lis agyis BPG UE etl ayatll ther of LU as Wa Gd Vall eal ul At of 2.50 gual wd Le ced Gly dba TO gIIS wily ee ES lo GUL Gi J opel lie yal + giao Lo dhe te Gob iV ad) HY Sy thle cael ad PALO ode ca LIL tues lal ell ol) Gell 962 oS 6 ob os d cpl ip » Sted 2eY dle MULE gee Gale dee aie Vy AS a EY bt Shel gil aes pe NE 64«Really, Mr. Carton, I haven’t thought of it». «Well, think of it now». «You have acted as if you like me, but I don’t think you do». «And J don’t think I do, either». «Yet», said Damay, «there is nit Ee, - vent our parting in a friendly manner. pay the bill». «Certainly», said Carton. «Do you,wish to . pay for both of us?». ve) «Yes, I do», answered Darnay. q «Then bring me some more wine, wine said Carton; «and come and wake me at ten %y o'clock». The bill having been paid, Darnay wished Carton good night. When he was alone, Carton rose and looked at himself in a glass that hung against the wall. He saw in himself a man who had great powers of mind and a good heart, but his powers had never been properly used. He was angry with Darnay because Darnay was so like him in appearance, but so much above him in other ways. 67 eM Sd Og A bail da WoW aL S bey HL weed Y gS oe alt J Ls ci ads is ctlaat ctthiy acl ut Vy Gola Ju 83, dee Gl Oy Jt Lb the 2 dan ltl gal geo ross di APES oe abt fag a SLy gal abl on wt hile fete + Ogls Si J ghey Gaal GI Ot ye ally peel wai aS) dell Latcey 3. Og IN Golo gi web go de Ue Hilae Fj te SN hy Osis (hoy ape she iy taco tte 5,8 lle See, att ly ASL cp Wesle US BY od Ue pu d oie als GAN Silene J digi SI sabill J agets Gale OY aiuto 66And there was Lucie; the thought of Lucie filled his heart with hatred for the other man. He drank more wine, put his head on his arms and fell asleep. i After some hours Carton was wakened by the waiter and took himself to Mr. Stryver’s rooms. to assist him in the preparation of his cases for the next day. Sydney Carton did the work while Stryver sat in an armchair and watched him. Both of them made frequent use of a bottle of wine for those were the days when nearly all men drank heavi- ly. When Carton had prepared the papers he passed them to Mr. Stryver. Then they discus- sed the cases together and drank some more wine. «And now we have finished, Sydney», said Mr. Stryver. «You prepared today’s case very well. You were very good. Every question had its effect. You completely defeated those wit- nesses». «I am always good, am I not?» replied Car- ton. «1 don’t deny it. But what has roughened your temper? You are always the same. The same old Sydney Carton that was with me at school. Now in high spirits, now in despair». 69 dal SL Ab Se od G SEI) yd dhe ils wal te el ee ath oS el le pel gd Bay seb de eS) oe cogyls tl Gall bal (tL a GS! py bad pass § suell 2 4d sda Pople be OS le all OIE Ge pi oP PUM GOL op Re tle Lee ely JS ots ay Lalleel GL yYI ay18 poe Ge AAS Jl! Gd OY weet ope Mae Oats pe Ulead LSU dae eee ll th fw eel) Sl SS pod Sead ge a Ga Legs aad ON Lil Lz copa add ent I dips fs tees ad cae tagged Aayf OS kel tis jt Bt gh uh vthedi (le caf Culeegt ell bo gS) BST a bp ell Ge OS gill oe ual Og IS Gar stplltca Bay fsline 68«Yes, the same person and with the same bad luck. Even when I was at school I did exercises for the other boys instead of doing my own». «It was always your own fault. There is nev- er any energy or purpose in your efforts. Why have I been so successful and you so unsuccess- ful?». «Partly because you pay me to he. u, I suppose. But you were always far in fro I was always far behind». by «Yes», said Stryver, «you have-fallen in| your right place and I have fallen intormine». «Even when we were students to, Paris», went on Carton, «you were wg somewhere and I was always no where». om «And whose fault was that?» «Don't let us talk about it». «Well, then, let us drink a last glass to the health of the pretty witness», said Stryver. «She's not pretty». «But she is. She was the admiration of the whole court». 71 eS bee ge a eg ee ne Caer eee tpl et of dy ae pu jot eS tell J Jo Ge JBL y the OI igh ehh cuss ager pe city Leet uh cos 1b agg USS vtdeel (ne dell os J gis ty Le et! J Pb cs bly UY! g tb es ¥ tp pe GU chisel hip G chee si) tdety -teemall wie Toys es hdl Gb Ss wb dG bob is be pe Ole od gst 1 tly AG CSIs gs dade yy ib ge Sect V besa ‘oe J al dae Bet Luts Gs tes vai ales rie a) he cad ge «MS Aol Glee! be cils aa) te be 70«That court is no judge of beauty». «You suprise me. I thought at the time that you were very much attracted to the young woman. You were very quick to see what hap- pened to her». | «Everybody saw what happened to her. And now, I'll have no more to drink. I’ II go to bed». He left the house and went through the cold sad streets. Reaching his own lodging, he threw himself down on a neglected bed whose pillows he had often wetted with wasted tears. Here was a good man, a clever man; yet he had never been able to do good to himself or to find peace. 73 Wl Je pSA Y SaL all HLS] Gdn bb b cid cub dad gta ails wb de le ok begs oh ies teh pth yl OW Ub tue be gly yak 50 “Le pll dE aal JL pens cil Gl gill pe Gy cdl Ss ettlay CaS gM fagll aye Yo nity a) vee geul Ue aL, dais of plane dof ge clss te, cbt Sey ols bo OGY! ag of yf aid be 72Chapter 5 In the Midnight One Sunday afternoon, four months after the trial of Charles Damay, Mr. Jarvis Lorry walked along the sunny streets. He was on his way to have dinner with his friend, Dr. Man- ette. The Doctor occupied two floors of a build- ing in a quiet London street: there he was able to earn as much as he needed by receiving the patients who came to seek his medical advice. On arriving at the house, Mr. Lorry rang the door-bell. «Is Dr. Manette at home?». «Not yet, sir». «Is Miss Lucie at home?» «Not yet, sir». «Is Miss Pross at home?» «I’m not sure, sir». «Well, I’ll go upstairs and wait». 75 lt fail SS Sle ye tl et te el py eb ae cheetll ¢ sIytl Stee Sag) ble tell ots cgiste FSH OS Col pS ee e slaall yl) aa b d tke oad Gf agala galt Godly G oye Jay Gul fo] Oye cell pb pal) hited ge elt b OS ols Ah tle ye al, wl ee gag tell Ss cdl Ul yey sal wed Geile yy Sall fay ne Sead J eed LEW Yona Hegde ct eat da Goel Gd uy LM oa MSdee & laste cody waht, Jail Jp dale shies 74The Doctor's daughter had made the house comfortable and attractive, for she had clever hands and good sense. There were three rooms on each floor, and the doors between them were open so that the, air might pass freely through them all. As he walked from one to another, Mr. Lorry noticed that in the third room, in a corner, stood the disused shoemaker’s bench and the tools that the Doctor once used in the inn in Paris. «lam surprised», said Mr, Lorry aloud, «that he keeps anything to remind him of his suffer- ings». «And why are you surprised at that?» said the sharp voice of Miss Pross, making Mr. Lorry jump. «How do you do?». «I am quite well, thank you. And how are you?» «I am very anxious about my young lady». «May I ask the cause?» «All kinds of unsuitable people keep coming to see her. Mr. Lorry knew that Miss Pross was angry when other people paid attention to Lucie. He also knew that she was one of those unselfish women who, through pure love are ready to make themselves willing slaves to youth when 7 ME ss ged ald Ley Coll ysl al Glee SH ye De Glb JS OS Lady liydy cope Unt We yt of ely gS tee cles les lp Wy ie de de sel UL Oe oe tt OF la ape pike dab isis dy WI BAG aes woot gays Jb Gail 2 oySal Gree olf gil Baba a ai sual tule Spe oy 4d! de elas a Sy eget JS dase GY ¢ pada la Veer rt iW CIE ce SUS ge gts cal Ith a WT GSe fe Boyd 4 ee gil WLI fale wisy LSD ose ole Wi eeall Goa Je Tali Gla tell ge ULI of ye ae thy) Osh GaP ne Gl! Js MN lll ge le ey LW Of God dell Ge ae shall ya tol bel Leal Gye WIS 2 gag Opare be pet oe ghee Al eee GU OLE SEW, 6 6Ske dy Gill Uae as bce OL 76they have lost it, to beauty which they have never had, and to bright hopes that have never shone upon their own dark lives. He knew that there is nothing better in the world than the faithful service of the heart, and he respected Miss Pross far more than many rich ladies who had money in Tellson’s Bank. «Let me ask you a question», he s: S the Doctor, in talking to Lucie, never the shoemaking time?» «Never». never mention it?». «I think he is afraid of losing his Vy again. That would make the subject unpleas to him». «True». «Sometimes he gets up in the middle of the night», went on Miss Pross, «and walks up and down, up and down, in his room. Then my young lady goes to him, and they walk up and down together until he is less disturbed. But he never says a word of the cause of his restless- ness to her». At this, the street began to echo with the sound of feet. 79 4p «Is that not rather strange? We all k ea t A he is innocent of any crime. Why eg Vol Gye. lll yale GG aed gl GA! SM gel ay UL de J aa be KEY! oe peal hy Gopi) yea SIM Obs! OMe oe AT Gare + Opals Ju QM tele eS SW WE SULT goo AG gis) Ul] Ce dake alata BU dee dl go egy of plat gad the ab Gall afas] bs Y be May ag el ay aSldll ola ge ale ol aie 4} + td] Sadly Bye gE ytyll Jat eel £9, d oan Lieh Vee & Bp) nas chee jus che dU] tee yes) tus ee ky ON jay Uldaned ciel a ae LS at U dye hy typ iS cul , velit pe gle gry pslall Ly UY by 78«Here they are!» said Miss Pross. Miss Pross was a pleasant sight as she took off her beloved Lucie’s coat and hat and smoothed her rich hair. Lucie was a pleasant sight, too, and*thanked her; and the Doctor smiled as he said that Miss Pross spoilt his daughter by being too kind to her. After dinner they went out and sat in the gar- den. While they were there, Mr. Darnay arrived to see them and was kindly received by Dr. Manette and Lucie, though Miss Pross looked rather angry and left them. As they sat and talked, the conversation turned to the subject of the old buildings of London. «Have you seen much of the Tower of Lon- don?» said Mr. Darnay to the Doctor, in the course of this conversation. «Lucie and I have been there. We have seen enough of it to know that it is very interesting». «I have been there, as you know», said Dar- nay, «I was there when I was being tried as an enemy of the king; so I was not able to see much of it. They told me a curious thing when I was there». «What was that?» Lucie asked. 81 ctl Laps yy SiH oN Veads ged ee lel ce EE ey aw cls leh Rts Abb Gey) Cals UWS sleet Je by Gib) lp yS en] Sandl yy GEM oF Jy pS) at » lgae Shea WglS leuy tab! Gd lpeley Ieee aa de ely Le SA Adel gal) Gils ell boy PSI He ey RH Ok eb ciel aM Mf aa Sod cy Lys Ip la ar rte de ypSall Glo all gud gj igual POs tz ef; al Gad AG be LL iy ely Uf de be «Age OS Soorl ce she ca ola |S che easy oGylo dla pared sa) caeline out of all fp AU SLU Guns ttle CaS Cpe ty ets aC2U5 OLS flr sey) CSL 80«In making some repairs, some workmen found an old forgotten room. The walls of it were covered with dates, names, prayers and such things written by the old prisoners. One of the words so written was DIG. As a result, the floor underneath was examined carefully; and there under a stone were found the ashes of some paper and the remains of a leather bag. What the unknown prisoner had written will never be read, but he had written something». «Father!» cried Lucie. «Are you ill?» Dr. Manette had suddenly jumped up with his hand to his head. His look frightened them all. «No, my dear, not ill. There are large drops of rain falling and they made me jump. We had better go in». He recovered almost immediately. Rain was really falling and he showed the back of his hand with drops on it. Mr. Lorry thought he saw on the Doctor’s face when his eyes rested upon Darnay the same strange look that had been upon it when he saw him outside the court. At tea-time, Mr. Carton called. He stood leaning against the window, while the others sat near it watching the rain falling outside. 83 dead G2 dha!) dey cba! joey lal ter bel y cc plally My alah Abas (lt oie ctrl CAS CS gil bel gate] ela! eLel beas pe HF hay bbe, Je Gill! 2 WU des, Le dels OGL oS Jy cdale deiey Ghyl Le Cars tt CaS OS) yntl 2S olga cat fe th eed eet pe opps eT aby aly Ue oy tld Cl Sl Gage eset gle lay il bY Le oS gb apes ot Lai oe Gael ey pd abl By Sh LiL ols jbl, WLI dbs sey doh sl soy ll tice] pall oy Clb dey Bll ae Hk Golo A fe okie eel Late 5 Sl Soll Gilt IS Latte 43 ul, de IS] ogsls api gel oll Cay Oe te BLA Al Opal tee OSU! ple ep LL! qt 82