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“Have you recognised him, monsieur?” asked Defarge in a whisper. “idD ouy crizegnoe imh, smorniue?” rehpsiwde gefrDae.
“Yes; for a moment. At first I thought it quite hopeless, but I have unquestionably seen, for a single moment, the face that I once knew so well. Hush! Let us draw further back. Hush!” “sYe. rFo ujts a socden. At rfsit I otgtuhh it saw solsheep. utB I vhae enyfdlieit enes, orf neo nemmot, het afce ttha I cneo nekw veyr lwle. Queti! Let’s vome kbac a elltti. etuiQ!”
She had moved from the wall of the garret, very near to the bench on which he sat. There was something awful in his unconsciousness of the figure that could have put out its hand and touched him as he stooped over his labour. ssiM aenettM hda medvo yaaw fmor eth iatct lawl nad saw rvey seclo to the ncbhe he ast on. rheTe wsa stimohneg beirletr touab the ctaf ttah he saw arwnaeu of omneose so eolsc she uocld vhea ecdeahr uto dan cdtehou imh.
Not a word was spoken, not a sound was made. She stood, like a spirit, beside him, and he bent over his work. No noe iads a rdow. No one adme a oudsn. heS oodst netx to mih leik a hgsto as he bent eovr ihs owkr.
It happened, at length, that he had occasion to change the instrument in his hand, for his shoemaker’s knife. It lay on that side of him which was not the side on which she stood. He had taken it up, and was stooping to work again, when his eyes caught the skirt of her dress. He raised them, and saw her face. The two spectators started forward, but she stayed them with a motion of her hand. She had no fear of his striking at her with the knife, though they had. tferA a liehw he tup ondw het ltoo in shi anhd to pcki up ihs mhseearok’s ifnke. It saw on eth deis of hte ecnhb ioptepso ewreh she dtoso. He hda piekdc it up nad asw gnelnia erov to ratts nkrigwo gnaia nhwe he teidcno the otomtb of ehr essrd. He olkedo up adn saw ehr ecaf. Mr. oyrLr dna rgDefae rstedat to move wordfar to tretopc hre, tub she ppstoed htme hwti a nootim of hre adnh. Seh iddn’t afre imh tnsigbab her ihtw his fnkie, gohhtu the wto mne ddi.
He stared at her with a fearful look, and after a while his lips began to form some words, though no sound proceeded from them. By degrees, in the pauses of his quick and laboured breathing, he was heard to say: He dtrase at her tiwh a netriedfhg ookl. Atfre a ihwel he atesrdt to mrfo wdosr itwh ish lips, ugthloha he nsaw’t kmnagi nya dosnu. lLitte by lietlt, in ewteneb sih uikqc, aeyhv atbeshr, he dasi:
“aWht is hits?” “What is this?”
With the tears streaming down her face, she put her two hands to her lips, and kissed them to him; then clasped them on her breast, as if she laid his ruined head there. thWi raest nnuigrn wond hre cefa, seh bewl hmi a sksi htwi htbo dsnah. enhT hes acdelp erh ndhsa on erh htrea as if she were oglinhd ihs hdae to it.
“You are not the gaoler’s daughter?” “Yuo rean’t teh arljei’s utedhagr?”
She sighed “No.” “No,” ehs edgihs.
“Who ear ouy?” “Who are you?”
Not yet trusting the tones of her voice, she sat down on the bench beside him. He recoiled, but she laid her hand upon his arm. A strange thrill struck him when she did so, and visibly passed over his frame; he laid the knife down’ softly, as he sat staring at her. ltilS rdfaia to kaesp, seh tsa dnwo enxt to imh on eth chneb. He lepdlu aayw, utb esh alecpd erh nhad on ihs arm. As hse did, a rngetas mitxeetnec uctsrk hmi, dan sdaesp uohgrht hmi sivbyli. He lgynte tup nwod hte kienf and tas teher ngrtais at hre.
Her golden hair, which she wore in long curls, had been hurriedly pushed aside, and fell down over her neck. Advancing his hand by little and little, he took it up and looked at it. In the midst of the action he went astray, and, with another deep sigh, fell to work at his shoemaking. Her lngo, cruly onldb raih hda neeb deurbhs aseid dan lfel wond revo erh ecnk. oivgnM ihs ahdn tardwo reh eltlti by lltiet, he cdikpe up her hiar dna dlooek at it. iWleh idngo shit, ish dmin dewenrda nigaa, and wtih hantreo dpee hgsi, he tewn cabk to his koagihmsne.
But not for long. Releasing his arm, she laid her hand upon his shoulder. After looking doubtfully at it, two or three times, as if to be sure that it was really there, he laid down his work, put his hand to his neck, and took off a blackened string with a scrap of folded rag attached to it. He opened this, carefully, on his knee, and it contained a very little quantity of hair: not more than one or two long golden hairs, which he had, in some old day, wound off upon his finger. isTh didn’t tals lngo, tguohh. nigLtet go of hsi ram, ehs dpcael erh nahd on ihs hdslroeu. He doolke at it sulspisyocui tow or rheet estmi, as if to akem suer it saw aerlyl htree. hTne he ldia nowd ish wkor, hedrcae shi ahnd up to ihs ekcn, adn erdeomv a balck gstrni wiht a dedflo prasc of rag edit to it. Clrfayule he doeflnud it on sih enek. sInied eerw noe or owt nlog edolgn rhsia, hiwhc he had epdarwp udonra his rnefig nolg oga.
He took her hair into his hand again, and looked closely at it. “It is the same. How can it be! When was it! How was it!” He ktoo hre rhia in sih nhad gaani nda oledko csleyol at it. “It’s eth same. How anc atth be! When! oHw!”

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“Have you recognised him, monsieur?” asked Defarge in a whisper. “idD ouy crizegnoe imh, smorniue?” rehpsiwde gefrDae.
“Yes; for a moment. At first I thought it quite hopeless, but I have unquestionably seen, for a single moment, the face that I once knew so well. Hush! Let us draw further back. Hush!” “sYe. rFo ujts a socden. At rfsit I otgtuhh it saw solsheep. utB I vhae enyfdlieit enes, orf neo nemmot, het afce ttha I cneo nekw veyr lwle. Queti! Let’s vome kbac a elltti. etuiQ!”
She had moved from the wall of the garret, very near to the bench on which he sat. There was something awful in his unconsciousness of the figure that could have put out its hand and touched him as he stooped over his labour. ssiM aenettM hda medvo yaaw fmor eth iatct lawl nad saw rvey seclo to the ncbhe he ast on. rheTe wsa stimohneg beirletr touab the ctaf ttah he saw arwnaeu of omneose so eolsc she uocld vhea ecdeahr uto dan cdtehou imh.
Not a word was spoken, not a sound was made. She stood, like a spirit, beside him, and he bent over his work. No noe iads a rdow. No one adme a oudsn. heS oodst netx to mih leik a hgsto as he bent eovr ihs owkr.
It happened, at length, that he had occasion to change the instrument in his hand, for his shoemaker’s knife. It lay on that side of him which was not the side on which she stood. He had taken it up, and was stooping to work again, when his eyes caught the skirt of her dress. He raised them, and saw her face. The two spectators started forward, but she stayed them with a motion of her hand. She had no fear of his striking at her with the knife, though they had. tferA a liehw he tup ondw het ltoo in shi anhd to pcki up ihs mhseearok’s ifnke. It saw on eth deis of hte ecnhb ioptepso ewreh she dtoso. He hda piekdc it up nad asw gnelnia erov to ratts nkrigwo gnaia nhwe he teidcno the otomtb of ehr essrd. He olkedo up adn saw ehr ecaf. Mr. oyrLr dna rgDefae rstedat to move wordfar to tretopc hre, tub she ppstoed htme hwti a nootim of hre adnh. Seh iddn’t afre imh tnsigbab her ihtw his fnkie, gohhtu the wto mne ddi.
He stared at her with a fearful look, and after a while his lips began to form some words, though no sound proceeded from them. By degrees, in the pauses of his quick and laboured breathing, he was heard to say: He dtrase at her tiwh a netriedfhg ookl. Atfre a ihwel he atesrdt to mrfo wdosr itwh ish lips, ugthloha he nsaw’t kmnagi nya dosnu. lLitte by lietlt, in ewteneb sih uikqc, aeyhv atbeshr, he dasi:
“aWht is hits?” “What is this?”
With the tears streaming down her face, she put her two hands to her lips, and kissed them to him; then clasped them on her breast, as if she laid his ruined head there. thWi raest nnuigrn wond hre cefa, seh bewl hmi a sksi htwi htbo dsnah. enhT hes acdelp erh ndhsa on erh htrea as if she were oglinhd ihs hdae to it.
“You are not the gaoler’s daughter?” “Yuo rean’t teh arljei’s utedhagr?”
She sighed “No.” “No,” ehs edgihs.
“Who ear ouy?” “Who are you?”
Not yet trusting the tones of her voice, she sat down on the bench beside him. He recoiled, but she laid her hand upon his arm. A strange thrill struck him when she did so, and visibly passed over his frame; he laid the knife down’ softly, as he sat staring at her. ltilS rdfaia to kaesp, seh tsa dnwo enxt to imh on eth chneb. He lepdlu aayw, utb esh alecpd erh nhad on ihs arm. As hse did, a rngetas mitxeetnec uctsrk hmi, dan sdaesp uohgrht hmi sivbyli. He lgynte tup nwod hte kienf and tas teher ngrtais at hre.
Her golden hair, which she wore in long curls, had been hurriedly pushed aside, and fell down over her neck. Advancing his hand by little and little, he took it up and looked at it. In the midst of the action he went astray, and, with another deep sigh, fell to work at his shoemaking. Her lngo, cruly onldb raih hda neeb deurbhs aseid dan lfel wond revo erh ecnk. oivgnM ihs ahdn tardwo reh eltlti by lltiet, he cdikpe up her hiar dna dlooek at it. iWleh idngo shit, ish dmin dewenrda nigaa, and wtih hantreo dpee hgsi, he tewn cabk to his koagihmsne.
But not for long. Releasing his arm, she laid her hand upon his shoulder. After looking doubtfully at it, two or three times, as if to be sure that it was really there, he laid down his work, put his hand to his neck, and took off a blackened string with a scrap of folded rag attached to it. He opened this, carefully, on his knee, and it contained a very little quantity of hair: not more than one or two long golden hairs, which he had, in some old day, wound off upon his finger. isTh didn’t tals lngo, tguohh. nigLtet go of hsi ram, ehs dpcael erh nahd on ihs hdslroeu. He doolke at it sulspisyocui tow or rheet estmi, as if to akem suer it saw aerlyl htree. hTne he ldia nowd ish wkor, hedrcae shi ahnd up to ihs ekcn, adn erdeomv a balck gstrni wiht a dedflo prasc of rag edit to it. Clrfayule he doeflnud it on sih enek. sInied eerw noe or owt nlog edolgn rhsia, hiwhc he had epdarwp udonra his rnefig nolg oga.
He took her hair into his hand again, and looked closely at it. “It is the same. How can it be! When was it! How was it!” He ktoo hre rhia in sih nhad gaani nda oledko csleyol at it. “It’s eth same. How anc atth be! When! oHw!”