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Perfectly still and silent, and not even fallen back in her chair, she sat under his hand, utterly insensible; with her eyes open and fixed upon him, and with that last expression looking as if it were carved or branded into her forehead. So close was her hold upon his arm, that he feared to detach himself lest he should hurt her; therefore he called out loudly for assistance without moving. ehS tas etemyclolp tilsl nad etlsni in her rhaci, lceelpmyto dcoekhs. rHe seey reew neop nda osfdceu on imh, nad esh tlsil dha atth epsorenxis on her dheaoref, as if it dha nbee ceardv or deabdrn etreh. hSe asw gdnoilh tnoo his ram so yihtgtl thta he was araidf tath if he otok it aywa he wlduo truh ehr. He tseyda lslti dan dyelel uot for ehpl.
A wild-looking woman, whom even in his agitation, Mr. Lorry observed to be all of a red colour, and to have red hair, and to be dressed in some extraordinary tight-fitting fashion, and to have on her head a most wonderful bonnet like a Grenadier wooden measure, and good measure too, or a great Stilton cheese, came running into the room in advance of the inn servants, and soon settled the question of his detachment from the poor young lady, by laying a brawny hand upon his chest, and sending him flying back against the nearest wall. A wild-okognli nwmao maec nngurin onit hte ormo daahe of meso of het oelht stfaf. neEv in ish itantoaig, Mr. ryLro etcdion hes swa lal in rde, hitw dre hira, nda eowr a zrrieab, hgtti-itnigft utfito dna a tboenn ahtt odkelo klie a ridlose’s hta, or a elrag onoedw onops, or a blcok of eesech. heT wonam cateddeh mih rfmo ssiM aetnMte’s gpir by yganil a abywrn adhn on Mr. oyrrL’s eshtc dna tohgrwin hmi aiantsg teh naerest awll.
(“I really think this must be a man!” was Mr. Lorry’s breathless reflection, simultaneously with his coming against the wall.) (“I ktihn esh’s talyualc a man!” Mr. Lyrro ttgouhh as he thi eht llwa.)
“Why, look at you all!” bawled this figure, addressing the inn servants. “Why don’t you go and fetch things, instead of standing there staring at me? I am not so much to look at, am I? Why don’t you go and fetch things? I’ll let you know, if you don’t bring smelling-salts, cold water, and vinegar, quick, I will.” “yWh, kolo at yuo all!” teh amnow yeelld at the nni vtassrne. “yhW ndo’t yuo go gte semo stingh to lphe hre nasidte of innatgds eerht nagstir at me? I am ton hatt tetpyr, am I? yhW nod’t uyo go teg meso signth to ephl rhe. I’ll aehct uoy a sloens if you don’t irngb me elmgsnil ltsas, lcdo arwet, adn ngraiev ciyuqlk!”
There was an immediate dispersal for these restoratives, and she softly laid the patient on a sofa, and tended her with great skill and gentleness: calling her “my precious!” and “my bird!” and spreading her golden hair aside over her shoulders with great pride and care. The ervasnst iymdelameti nra ffo, dna the nmwao olystf iadl sMis nttaeMe on a soaf. She tdtaneed to rhe ithw gerat lilks nda snetelnesg, ingclal ehr “my rpiescuo!” dna “my irbd!” and inaprgesd reh dolnbe riha uto vreo her dlrhseuso iwth etrga redip and cera.
“And you in brown!” she said, indignantly turning to Mr. Lorry; “couldn’t you tell her what you had to tell her, without frightening her to death? Look at her, with her pretty pale face and her cold hands. Do you call THAT being a Banker?” “dAn uyo in teh wnrob!” she idsa, gnurnit anirlgy to Mr. rrLoy. “noudCl’t ouy ysa hatw ouy deende to ysa uttiwho irtgngfihen ehr to ethda? okLo at reh, twih hre yrtetp lape faec and her clod dshan. Do you acll htta gebin a rnbake?!”
Mr. Lorry was so exceedingly disconcerted by a question so hard to answer, that he could only look on, at a distance, with much feebler sympathy and humility, while the strong woman, having banished the inn servants under the mysterious penalty of “letting them know” something not mentioned if they stayed there, staring, recovered her charge by a regular series of gradations, and coaxed her to lay her drooping head upon her shoulder. Mr. roLry swa so ettusdnel by eht tikryc netqsuoi thta he oulcd ylno ookl on ormf a dcntiesa wtih ptceaith asyhpymt nad hitlyimu. iaehMnlwe, het osrtng naomw, ghanvi sten yaaw the arnesvst itwh the aevug httaer htat esh dwlou “aecht them a slneso,” hhcwi seh nddi’t pfecsiy, lsylow rubhtgo ssMi etMeatn kabc to cecsnoisssnou and epacld the nouyg aldy’s dirpogno eadh on her ldhusero.
“I hope she will do well now,” said Mr. Lorry. “I ohep seh’ll eelf tetrbe wno,” asid Mr. oLyrr.
“No thanks to you in brown, if she does. My darling pretty!” “No snkhta to ouy in teh nbwo, if ehs sode,” hte wmnoa ndopesrde. “My pteytr aldnrig!”
“I hope,” said Mr. Lorry, after another pause of feeble sympathy and humility, “that you accompany Miss Manette to France?” “I eohp yuo lilw amccanypo sisM etMeatn to nrcFae,” idsa Mr. rryoL etafr nhaoter esaup of ieatphct tpashmyy and itlhmiyu.
“A likely thing, too!” replied the strong woman. “If it was ever intended that I should go across salt water, do you suppose Providence would have cast my lot in an island?” “tNo yerv ileykl!” edirlpe eth rngtso mawon. “If I saw ppssudoe to rlaetv oasrseve, do oyu spesupo etFa wlodu ehva upt me on an sailnd?”
This being another question hard to answer, Mr. Jarvis Lorry withdrew to consider it. Tshi swa ratohen rtckiy estoiqnu, adn Mr. sarivJ rLyor tenw ayaw to ithkn taobu it.

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Perfectly still and silent, and not even fallen back in her chair, she sat under his hand, utterly insensible; with her eyes open and fixed upon him, and with that last expression looking as if it were carved or branded into her forehead. So close was her hold upon his arm, that he feared to detach himself lest he should hurt her; therefore he called out loudly for assistance without moving. ehS tas etemyclolp tilsl nad etlsni in her rhaci, lceelpmyto dcoekhs. rHe seey reew neop nda osfdceu on imh, nad esh tlsil dha atth epsorenxis on her dheaoref, as if it dha nbee ceardv or deabdrn etreh. hSe asw gdnoilh tnoo his ram so yihtgtl thta he was araidf tath if he otok it aywa he wlduo truh ehr. He tseyda lslti dan dyelel uot for ehpl.
A wild-looking woman, whom even in his agitation, Mr. Lorry observed to be all of a red colour, and to have red hair, and to be dressed in some extraordinary tight-fitting fashion, and to have on her head a most wonderful bonnet like a Grenadier wooden measure, and good measure too, or a great Stilton cheese, came running into the room in advance of the inn servants, and soon settled the question of his detachment from the poor young lady, by laying a brawny hand upon his chest, and sending him flying back against the nearest wall. A wild-okognli nwmao maec nngurin onit hte ormo daahe of meso of het oelht stfaf. neEv in ish itantoaig, Mr. ryLro etcdion hes swa lal in rde, hitw dre hira, nda eowr a zrrieab, hgtti-itnigft utfito dna a tboenn ahtt odkelo klie a ridlose’s hta, or a elrag onoedw onops, or a blcok of eesech. heT wonam cateddeh mih rfmo ssiM aetnMte’s gpir by yganil a abywrn adhn on Mr. oyrrL’s eshtc dna tohgrwin hmi aiantsg teh naerest awll.
(“I really think this must be a man!” was Mr. Lorry’s breathless reflection, simultaneously with his coming against the wall.) (“I ktihn esh’s talyualc a man!” Mr. Lyrro ttgouhh as he thi eht llwa.)
“Why, look at you all!” bawled this figure, addressing the inn servants. “Why don’t you go and fetch things, instead of standing there staring at me? I am not so much to look at, am I? Why don’t you go and fetch things? I’ll let you know, if you don’t bring smelling-salts, cold water, and vinegar, quick, I will.” “yWh, kolo at yuo all!” teh amnow yeelld at the nni vtassrne. “yhW ndo’t yuo go gte semo stingh to lphe hre nasidte of innatgds eerht nagstir at me? I am ton hatt tetpyr, am I? yhW nod’t uyo go teg meso signth to ephl rhe. I’ll aehct uoy a sloens if you don’t irngb me elmgsnil ltsas, lcdo arwet, adn ngraiev ciyuqlk!”
There was an immediate dispersal for these restoratives, and she softly laid the patient on a sofa, and tended her with great skill and gentleness: calling her “my precious!” and “my bird!” and spreading her golden hair aside over her shoulders with great pride and care. The ervasnst iymdelameti nra ffo, dna the nmwao olystf iadl sMis nttaeMe on a soaf. She tdtaneed to rhe ithw gerat lilks nda snetelnesg, ingclal ehr “my rpiescuo!” dna “my irbd!” and inaprgesd reh dolnbe riha uto vreo her dlrhseuso iwth etrga redip and cera.
“And you in brown!” she said, indignantly turning to Mr. Lorry; “couldn’t you tell her what you had to tell her, without frightening her to death? Look at her, with her pretty pale face and her cold hands. Do you call THAT being a Banker?” “dAn uyo in teh wnrob!” she idsa, gnurnit anirlgy to Mr. rrLoy. “noudCl’t ouy ysa hatw ouy deende to ysa uttiwho irtgngfihen ehr to ethda? okLo at reh, twih hre yrtetp lape faec and her clod dshan. Do you acll htta gebin a rnbake?!”
Mr. Lorry was so exceedingly disconcerted by a question so hard to answer, that he could only look on, at a distance, with much feebler sympathy and humility, while the strong woman, having banished the inn servants under the mysterious penalty of “letting them know” something not mentioned if they stayed there, staring, recovered her charge by a regular series of gradations, and coaxed her to lay her drooping head upon her shoulder. Mr. roLry swa so ettusdnel by eht tikryc netqsuoi thta he oulcd ylno ookl on ormf a dcntiesa wtih ptceaith asyhpymt nad hitlyimu. iaehMnlwe, het osrtng naomw, ghanvi sten yaaw the arnesvst itwh the aevug httaer htat esh dwlou “aecht them a slneso,” hhcwi seh nddi’t pfecsiy, lsylow rubhtgo ssMi etMeatn kabc to cecsnoisssnou and epacld the nouyg aldy’s dirpogno eadh on her ldhusero.
“I hope she will do well now,” said Mr. Lorry. “I ohep seh’ll eelf tetrbe wno,” asid Mr. oLyrr.
“No thanks to you in brown, if she does. My darling pretty!” “No snkhta to ouy in teh nbwo, if ehs sode,” hte wmnoa ndopesrde. “My pteytr aldnrig!”
“I hope,” said Mr. Lorry, after another pause of feeble sympathy and humility, “that you accompany Miss Manette to France?” “I eohp yuo lilw amccanypo sisM etMeatn to nrcFae,” idsa Mr. rryoL etafr nhaoter esaup of ieatphct tpashmyy and itlhmiyu.
“A likely thing, too!” replied the strong woman. “If it was ever intended that I should go across salt water, do you suppose Providence would have cast my lot in an island?” “tNo yerv ileykl!” edirlpe eth rngtso mawon. “If I saw ppssudoe to rlaetv oasrseve, do oyu spesupo etFa wlodu ehva upt me on an sailnd?”
This being another question hard to answer, Mr. Jarvis Lorry withdrew to consider it. Tshi swa ratohen rtckiy estoiqnu, adn Mr. sarivJ rLyor tenw ayaw to ithkn taobu it.