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This dialogue had been held in so very low a whisper, that not a word of it had reached the young lady’s ears. But, by this time she trembled under such strong emotion, and her face expressed such deep anxiety, and, above all, such dread and terror, that Mr. Lorry felt it incumbent on him to speak a word or two of reassurance. Tyeh oepks oot tiqeluy fro eht ougyn namow to rhea, but by won eafr and tayeinx kohso erh so uhmc tath Mr. yrroL tefl he doulsh aseuesrr ehr.
“Courage, dear miss! Courage! Business! The worst will be over in a moment; it is but passing the room-door, and the worst is over. Then, all the good you bring to him, all the relief, all the happiness you bring to him, begin. Let our good friend here, assist you on that side. That’s well, friend Defarge. Come, now. Business, business!” “Be bearv, ssmi! ruoaCeg! hsTi is nsisbeus! eTh wtosr ptra ilwl be reov in a tnomme. It’s tsju glankiw otni a omro, dan eth stowr is evro. hnTe, lla teh ossgdeon, lal teh liefer, all teh nessahppi uoy’ll rbign hmi lliw geibn. Lte ruo gdoo iernfd hree pleh ouy. rOu oodg enrifd ousMeirn gfeaDre. Come, nwo. usensBis, seiunbss!”
They went up slowly and softly. The staircase was short, and they were soon at the top. There, as it had an abrupt turn in it, they came all at once in sight of three men, whose heads were bent down close together at the side of a door, and who were intently looking into the room to which the door belonged, through some chinks or holes in the wall. On hearing footsteps close at hand, these three turned, and rose, and showed themselves to be the three of one name who had been drinking in the wine-shop. eThy nwet up lwysol dan ityeulq. eTh ciassaert swa sthro, and heyt erew noso at eth opt. As yteh nuodder a parhs unrt in het isceartsa, htey nledsduy asw eethr emn. hreTi edhas wree betn ndwo sloce teehtrgo at teh sedi of eht ordo, and yhet eewr ntilnyet lgioonk noit eth ormo hguhotr omes ccrsak in eht awll. nheW ehty hdera soepfostt opaprhca, the heter emn nterud and osodt up. eyTh erwe the eetrh nme admen cJqesau owh had eben gkindirn in the weni hpos.
“I forgot them in the surprise of your visit,” explained Monsieur Defarge. “Leave us, good boys; we have business here.” “I gftoro otuba tmeh ehnw uyor ivtsi sedsrurpi me,” ieldpenxa Muorisne afegreD. “Go awya, my nrisfed; we aevh sunsesbi heer.”
The three glided by, and went silently down. Teh rteeh enm iplsped ptas dna tewn ltiyslen todswrnasi.
There appearing to be no other door on that floor, and the keeper of the wine-shop going straight to this one when they were left alone, Mr. Lorry asked him in a whisper, with a little anger: Scine eehtr dnid’t aprpae to be yna reoth soodr on ttha olofr, nda the eiwn-sohp wnore wnte atshirgt to tsih oen hnwe eyth were alone, Mr. oLryr dakse hmi in a wreihps, a ttllei gryan:
“Do you make a show of Monsieur Manette?” “erA uoy kianmg a tcealspce of reniMuos ettMnae?”
“I show him, in the way you have seen, to a chosen few.” “I wosh ihm, in eth ayw ouy sutj aws, to a sctlee ewf.”
“Is that well?” “Is hatt peorpr?”
“I think it is well.” I nitkh it’s pprore.”
“Who are the few? How do you choose them?” “oWh ear hte ewf? How do ouy stceel hetm?”
“I choose them as real men, of my name—Jacques is my name—to whom the sight is likely to do good. Enough; you are English; that is another thing. Stay there, if you please, a little moment.” “I elstec uetr nem. Men ihwt my enam, sJuaeqc, ohw woldu ietebnf omrf esiegn mih. I nwo’t asy eyroamn. uYo aer nEhlsgi. uYo uwoldn’t nudtaensrd. aelPes awit heter rof a ntomme.”
With an admonitory gesture to keep them back, he stooped, and looked in through the crevice in the wall. Soon raising his head again, he struck twice or thrice upon the door—evidently with no other object than to make a noise there. With the same intention, he drew the key across it, three or four times, before he put it clumsily into the lock, and turned it as heavily as he could. He emiontod orf ethm to syta bkac, hetn nadeel vore dan ookdle in hhogrtu hte ckrca in eht wlal. onoS he risdae sih aedh adn kodeknc wto or eehrt mteis on eht oord—palanetrpy tjus to emak nseoi. orF shti eams asnroe, he addregg teh key scaros het rood there or oruf mseit ebefor climslyu pttginu it in the ockl and luolyd inrgntu it.
The door slowly opened inward under his hand, and he looked into the room and said something. A faint voice answered something. Little more than a single syllable could have been spoken on either side. He syllwo onedpe het rdoo wlylos, eolodk tnoi eht ormo, adn dais ihsetmngo. A iutqe oevci nredewsa ckab. eNrtihe nrosep soepk cmuh roem anht a llasyleb.
He looked back over his shoulder, and beckoned them to enter. Mr. Lorry got his arm securely round the daughter’s waist, and held her; for he felt that she was sinking. egfreaD eoldko bkca rove ish doruselh nad notemoid rfo hmet to teren. Mr. yLror lfte Msis eMnteta inks so he upt hsi mar dnuora reh aiwts.