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A Tale of Two Cities

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He embraced her, solemnly commended her to Heaven, and humbly thanked Heaven for having bestowed her on him. By-and-bye, they went into the house. He hugged her, asked that Heaven watch over her, and thanked Heaven for giving her to him. Then they went into the house.
There was no one bidden to the marriage but Mr. Lorry; there was even to be no bridesmaid but the gaunt Miss Pross. The marriage was to make no change in their place of residence; they had been able to extend it, by taking to themselves the upper rooms formerly belonging to the apocryphal invisible lodger, and they desired nothing more. No one was invited to the wedding except for Mr. Lorry. The only bridesmaid was Miss Pross. The married couple wouldn’t move to another house. They would take the upper rooms that had previously belonged to the lodger that they never saw, and they wanted nothing more.
Doctor Manette was very cheerful at the little supper. They were only three at table, and Miss Pross made the third. He regretted that Charles was not there; was more than half disposed to object to the loving little plot that kept him away; and drank to him affectionately. Doctor Manette was very happy at their little supper. There were only three of them at the table. Miss Pross was the third. He wished that Charles had been there, and he was nearly ready to object to the romantic little plan that kept Charles away. He toasted to him warmly.
So, the time came for him to bid Lucie good night, and they separated. But, in the stillness of the third hour of the morning, Lucie came downstairs again, and stole into his room; not free from unshaped fears, beforehand. The time came when he had to say goodnight to Lucie and they parted ways. But at three in the morning Lucie came downstairs again and snuck into his room, bothered by fears and worries.
All things, however, were in their places; all was quiet; and he lay asleep, his white hair picturesque on the untroubled pillow, and his hands lying quiet on the coverlet. She put her needless candle in the shadow at a distance, crept up to his bed, and put her lips to his; then, leaned over him, and looked at him. Everything was in order, though. It was quiet, and he was sleeping. His white hair looked pretty on his pillow, and his hands rested quietly on the blanket. She put her candle in the shadows far away and snuck up close to his bed. She kissed him, then leaned over and looked at him.
Into his handsome face, the bitter waters of captivity had worn; but, he covered up their tracks with a determination so strong, that he held the mastery of them even in his sleep. A more remarkable face in its quiet, resolute, and guarded struggle with an unseen assailant, was not to be beheld in all the wide dominions of sleep, that night. Being a prisoner had left its marks on his handsome face. But he worked so hard to cover up the marks that he hid them even when he was asleep. A more remarkable face than his could not be found that night, as he quietly and determinedly struggled with his demons.
She timidly laid her hand on his dear breast, and put up a prayer that she might ever be as true to him as her love aspired to be, and as his sorrows deserved. Then, she withdrew her hand, and kissed his lips once more, and went away. So, the sunrise came, and the shadows of the leaves of the plane-tree moved upon his face, as softly as her lips had moved in praying for him. She timidly put her hand on his chest and prayed that she could be as devoted to him as she hoped to be, and as his terrible past deserved. Then she removed her hand, kissed him again, and left. The sun rose and the shadows of the leaves of the plane tree moved on his face as softly as her lips had moved when she had prayed for him.

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