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After grasping the Doctor’s hand, as he stood victorious and proud before him;
after grasping the hand of Mr. Lorry, who came panting in breathless from his
struggle against the waterspout of the Carmagnole; after kissing little Lucie,
who was lifted up to clasp her arms round his neck; and after embracing the ever
zealous and faithful Pross who lifted her; he took his wife in his arms, and
carried her up to their rooms.
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Darnay shook Dr. Manette’s hand as he stood there, victorious and proud in
front of them. He shook Mr. Lorry’s hand when Mr. Lorry came in panting after
fighting his way through the Carmagnole. He kissed little Lucie, who was lifted
up by Miss Pross so she could put her arms around his neck. He embraced Miss
Pross, who was always excited and faithful to them. Then he took Lucie in his
arms and carried her up to their rooms.
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“Lucie! My own! I am safe.”
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“Lucie! My love! I am safe.”
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“O dearest Charles, let me thank God for this on my knees as I have prayed to
Him.”
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“Oh, dearest Charles, let me thank God for this on my knees the way I have
been praying to Him.”
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They all reverently bowed their heads and hearts. When she was again in his
arms, he said to her:
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They all bowed their heads in prayer. When she was in Darnay’s arms again, he
said to her:
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“And now speak to your father, dearest. No other man in all this France could
have done what he has done for me.”
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“And now speak to your father, my dear. No other man in all of France could
have done what he has done for me.”
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She laid her head upon her father’s breast, as she had laid his poor head on
her own breast, long, long ago. He was happy in the return he had made her, he
was recompensed for his suffering, he was proud of his strength. “You must not
be weak, my darling,” he remonstrated; “don’t tremble so. I have saved
him.”
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She laid her head on her father’s chest the way she had laid his head on her
chest long ago in the attic in Saint Antoine. He was happy that he could repay
her for all she’d done. He felt paid back for all his suffering, and he was
proud of his strength. “You mustn’t be weak, darling,” he told her. “Don’t
tremble like that. I have saved him.”
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