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A Tale of Two Cities

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Confused by the emotion of the day, and feeling his being there with this Double of coarse deportment, to be like a dream, Charles Darnay was at a loss how to answer; finally, answered not at all. Mr. Darnay was confused by the emotions of the day, and it felt like a dream to be with this man who looked so much like himself, but behaved so roughly. He didn’t know how to respond to this statement, and finally, he decided not to answer at all.
“Now your dinner is done,” Carton presently said, “why don’t you call a health, Mr. Darnay; why don’t you give your toast?” “Now that you’ve finished eating, Mr. Darnay,” Carton said, “why don’t you propose a toast?”
“What health? What toast?” “What toast?”
“Why, it’s on the tip of your tongue. It ought to be, it must be, I’ll swear it’s there.” “Why, it’s on the tip of your tongue. You should know what it is. You must. I’m sure you do.”
“Miss Manette, then!” “To Miss Manette, then!”
“Miss Manette, then!” “To Miss Manette!”
Looking his companion full in the face while he drank the toast, Carton flung his glass over his shoulder against the wall, where it shivered to pieces; then, rang the bell, and ordered in another. Staring into Mr. Darnay’s face while he drank to the toast, Carton flung his wine glass over his shoulder against the wall, where it shattered. Then he rang the bell and ordered another.
“That’s a fair young lady to hand to a coach in the dark, Mr. Darnay!” he said, ruing his new goblet. “That’s a beautiful young lady to send away in a coach at night, Mr. Darnay!” he said, handling his new glass.
A slight frown and a laconic “Yes,” were the answer. “Yes,” said Mr. Darnay, frowning slightly.
“That’s a fair young lady to be pitied by and wept for by! How does it feel? Is it worth being tried for one’s life, to be the object of such sympathy and compassion, Mr. Darnay?” “How does it feel to have such a beautiful young woman pity you and weep for you? Is it worth being put on trial for your life to be the object of such sympathy and compassion, Mr. Darnay?”
Again Darnay answered not a word. Again Darnay didn’t answer.
“She was mightily pleased to have your message, when I gave it her. Not that she showed she was pleased, but I suppose she was.” “She was very happy to receive your message when I gave it to her. She didn’t show that she was pleased, but I think she was.”
The allusion served as a timely reminder to Darnay that this disagreeable companion had, of his own free will, assisted him in the strait of the day. He turned the dialogue to that point, and thanked him for it. This comment reminded Darnay that Carton had helped him by delivering this message. He turned the conversation to that fact and thanked him for his help.
“I neither want any thanks, nor merit any,” was the careless rejoinder. “It was nothing to do, in the first place; and I don’t know why I did it, in the second. Mr. Darnay, let me ask you a question.” “I don’t want or deserve any thanks,” he said casually. “First of all, it was nothing. And second, I don’t even know why I did it. Let me ask you a question, Mr. Darnay.”
“Willingly, and a small return for your good offices.” “Of course. It’s the least I could do for your favor.”
“Do you think I particularly like you?” “Do you think that I like you?”
“Really, Mr. Carton,” returned the other, oddly disconcerted, “I have not asked myself the question.” “Really, Mr. Carton,” answered Mr. Darnay, a bit flustered by the question, “I haven’t thought much about it.”
“But ask yourself the question now.” “Think about it now.”
“You have acted as if you do; but I don’t think you do.” “You have acted as if you liked me, but I don’t think you actually do.”
I don’t think I do,” said Carton. “I begin to have a very good opinion of your understanding.” “I don’t think I do like you,” said Carton. “I’m starting to think highly of your intelligence.”
“Nevertheless,” pursued Darnay, rising to ring the bell, “there is nothing in that, I hope, to prevent my calling the reckoning, and our parting without ill-blood on either side.” “Regardless of whether you like me, there isn’t any reason why I shouldn’t thank you for your help, and we should part on good terms,” said Mr. Darnay. He got up to ring the service bell.
Carton rejoining, “Nothing in life!” Darnay rang. “Do you call the whole reckoning?” said Carton. On his answering in the affirmative, “Then bring me another pint of this same wine, drawer, and come and wake me at ten.” Carton answered, “Not on your life!” Darnay rang the bell. “Do you call us even?” Mr. Darnay answered that yes, he did. “Then bring me another pint of this wine, waiter, and wake me in my room at ten o’clock.”
The bill being paid, Charles Darnay rose and wished him good night. Without returning the wish, Carton rose too, with something of a threat of defiance in his manner, and said, “A last word, Mr. Darnay: you think I am drunk?” They paid the bill and Charles Darnay got up and wished Mr. Carton good night. Without wishing Darnay good night in return, Mr. Carton also got up and said defiantly, “One last thing, Mr. Darnay. Do you think I am drunk?”
“I think you have been drinking, Mr. Carton.” “I think you have been drinking, Mr. Carton.”
“Think? You know I have been drinking.” “You think? You know I have been drinking.”

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