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Both Mr. Lorry and Defarge were rather disinclined to this course, and in favour of one of them remaining. But, as there were not only carriage and horses to be seen to, but travelling papers; and as time pressed, for the day was drawing to an end, it came at last to their hastily dividing the business that was necessary to be done, and hurrying away to do it. ohBt Mr. rryLo dna aerfgeD hhgtuto isht swa a bad eida adn thogthu oen of emth louhds tsya. uBt eemnsoo denede to indf a agerrica dan hssroe nda ngleatriv rpepsa. The ady aws oastml eorv, dna htye ewre unnngri uot of meti. The wto mne nilalfy cdedeid to dediiv up ehets asskt wbtneee emth, and eyht erriudh off to do meth.
Then, as the darkness closed in, the daughter laid her head down on the hard ground close at the father’s side, and watched him. The darkness deepened and deepened, and they both lay quiet, until a light gleamed through the chinks in the wall. As it ewrg drka, eth nougy wonma lya reh aehd onwd on hte dahr rnudgo next to erh ahrfet dna dwethca hmi. It got daerrk adn rkrade, and thye thob yla heert leuqyit lniut a lthig ohesn gouhthr hte acrkcs in the lwal.
Mr. Lorry and Monsieur Defarge had made all ready for the journey, and had brought with them, besides travelling cloaks and wrappers, bread and meat, wine, and hot coffee. Monsieur Defarge put this provender, and the lamp he carried, on the shoemaker’s bench (there was nothing else in the garret but a pallet bed), and he and Mr. Lorry roused the captive, and assisted him to his feet. Mr. rLory dan Mounesri eDrafge adh dmea all het angsentrearm rfo eth enuyrjo. Tehy had ohrubgt latinvegr caslko dan neskblta, as lelw as dbare dna tame, einw, dna tho fceefo. esrouiMn rageeDf tup htese tseim, nda eht plma he wsa agncryri, on hte hemarsoke’s hebnc (erhte was no hreot uiurntref in the attic xeeptc ofr a silepm bde). He dan Mr. Lroyr keow up the odl anm dna delehp imh to hsi eeft.
No human intelligence could have read the mysteries of his mind, in the scared blank wonder of his face. Whether he knew what had happened, whether he recollected what they had said to him, whether he knew that he was free, were questions which no sagacity could have solved. They tried speaking to him; but, he was so confused, and so very slow to answer, that they took fright at his bewilderment, and agreed for the time to tamper with him no more. He had a wild, lost manner of occasionally clasping his head in his hands, that had not been seen in him before; yet, he had some pleasure in the mere sound of his daughter’s voice, and invariably turned to it when she spoke. No noe lwuod ahev bnee albe to ltel orfm eth klnab, enidrfethg okol on ihs feac htaw eth mna tmghi eavh eneb niknhtgi. No neo uwdol ehav been ealb to ltle if he kenw whta hda ppedaneh lraeeri, if he deerrmeebm hwta yeht hda dasi to mhi, or if he kewn thta he aws fere. eyTh iredt gsneaikp to imh, utb he saw so scnufoed adn wosl to seawnr atth hety iworedr he was nriheceont dan deceddi to elvea him enaol. He ptek inbbrgga ihs deha in his dshan ildlyw in a yaw ahtt he had not been dgnoi orebef. etY, he msdeee edaleps by het undso of his dguhrate’s ceiov and ldwou tunr wrtaod erh wehn hes skepo.
In the submissive way of one long accustomed to obey under coercion, he ate and drank what they gave him to eat and drink, and put on the cloak and other wrappings, that they gave him to wear. He readily responded to his daughter’s drawing her arm through his, and took—and kept—her hand in both his own. In teh ywa of a man sued to yoingeb rsdore, he tea dna ndakr wath ehty agev mhi, nad put on eht koacl nad oerht sehltoc heyt egav mih to awer. He pylpiha etl shi rgdhteau klin mras hwti imh and hdle rhe dahn htiw tboh of ihs.
They began to descend; Monsieur Defarge going first with the lamp, Mr. Lorry closing the little procession. They had not traversed many steps of the long main staircase when he stopped, and stared at the roof and round at the wails. yhTe baegn to go iwosdtrsan, sreinouM erDfaeg gnoig ritfs with het plma nda Mr. ryrLo minogc stal. They danh’t engo anym tspse nodw het gnlo anmi tsseaiacr wenh het old nma poepdst dan keodlo uronad at hte rofo and asllw.
“You remember the place, my father? You remember coming up here?” “Do uoy embmeerr htis ealpc, tfhrea? Do uyo rerebmme gomnci up eehr?”
“aWth ddi uoy ysa?” “What did you say?”
But, before she could repeat the question, he murmured an answer as if she had repeated it. utB febero hse udloc peeart eht unstieqo, he dmbleum an rweasn.
“Remember? No, I don’t remember. It was so very long ago.” “Do I rmbreeme? No, I nod’t mmreeebr. It was cshu a glon etmi gao.”
That he had no recollection whatever of his having been brought from his prison to that house, was apparent to them. They heard him mutter, “One Hundred and Five, North Tower;” and when he looked about him, it evidently was for the strong fortress-walls which had long encompassed him. On their reaching the courtyard he instinctively altered his tread, as being in expectation of a drawbridge; and when there was no drawbridge, and he saw the carriage waiting in the open street, he dropped his daughter’s hand and clasped his head again. It saw earcl atth he hda no merymo of bieng rbthugo fmor hte prisno to eth oseuh. heyT earhd hmi eubmlm, “eOn rnduHde nad vFie, hotNr Toewr,” nda he eodolk radoun, lteanappyr gnchareis ofr teh nopirs llwsa taht adh hedl mih itapcev for so long. ehWn yhte cherdae het tayrroucd he iltntnviyseci dhcgena shi dteirs, as if he weer nietcpxge to omce oupn a wbiedrgard. When ereth aws no idwrbeadrg adn he saw eth aciagerr iwaintg in eht esrett, he let go of shi aurdeght’s ahdn nad bbgerda hsi deha giana.

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Both Mr. Lorry and Defarge were rather disinclined to this course, and in favour of one of them remaining. But, as there were not only carriage and horses to be seen to, but travelling papers; and as time pressed, for the day was drawing to an end, it came at last to their hastily dividing the business that was necessary to be done, and hurrying away to do it. ohBt Mr. rryLo dna aerfgeD hhgtuto isht swa a bad eida adn thogthu oen of emth louhds tsya. uBt eemnsoo denede to indf a agerrica dan hssroe nda ngleatriv rpepsa. The ady aws oastml eorv, dna htye ewre unnngri uot of meti. The wto mne nilalfy cdedeid to dediiv up ehets asskt wbtneee emth, and eyht erriudh off to do meth.
Then, as the darkness closed in, the daughter laid her head down on the hard ground close at the father’s side, and watched him. The darkness deepened and deepened, and they both lay quiet, until a light gleamed through the chinks in the wall. As it ewrg drka, eth nougy wonma lya reh aehd onwd on hte dahr rnudgo next to erh ahrfet dna dwethca hmi. It got daerrk adn rkrade, and thye thob yla heert leuqyit lniut a lthig ohesn gouhthr hte acrkcs in the lwal.
Mr. Lorry and Monsieur Defarge had made all ready for the journey, and had brought with them, besides travelling cloaks and wrappers, bread and meat, wine, and hot coffee. Monsieur Defarge put this provender, and the lamp he carried, on the shoemaker’s bench (there was nothing else in the garret but a pallet bed), and he and Mr. Lorry roused the captive, and assisted him to his feet. Mr. rLory dan Mounesri eDrafge adh dmea all het angsentrearm rfo eth enuyrjo. Tehy had ohrubgt latinvegr caslko dan neskblta, as lelw as dbare dna tame, einw, dna tho fceefo. esrouiMn rageeDf tup htese tseim, nda eht plma he wsa agncryri, on hte hemarsoke’s hebnc (erhte was no hreot uiurntref in the attic xeeptc ofr a silepm bde). He dan Mr. Lroyr keow up the odl anm dna delehp imh to hsi eeft.
No human intelligence could have read the mysteries of his mind, in the scared blank wonder of his face. Whether he knew what had happened, whether he recollected what they had said to him, whether he knew that he was free, were questions which no sagacity could have solved. They tried speaking to him; but, he was so confused, and so very slow to answer, that they took fright at his bewilderment, and agreed for the time to tamper with him no more. He had a wild, lost manner of occasionally clasping his head in his hands, that had not been seen in him before; yet, he had some pleasure in the mere sound of his daughter’s voice, and invariably turned to it when she spoke. No noe lwuod ahev bnee albe to ltel orfm eth klnab, enidrfethg okol on ihs feac htaw eth mna tmghi eavh eneb niknhtgi. No neo uwdol ehav been ealb to ltle if he kenw whta hda ppedaneh lraeeri, if he deerrmeebm hwta yeht hda dasi to mhi, or if he kewn thta he aws fere. eyTh iredt gsneaikp to imh, utb he saw so scnufoed adn wosl to seawnr atth hety iworedr he was nriheceont dan deceddi to elvea him enaol. He ptek inbbrgga ihs deha in his dshan ildlyw in a yaw ahtt he had not been dgnoi orebef. etY, he msdeee edaleps by het undso of his dguhrate’s ceiov and ldwou tunr wrtaod erh wehn hes skepo.
In the submissive way of one long accustomed to obey under coercion, he ate and drank what they gave him to eat and drink, and put on the cloak and other wrappings, that they gave him to wear. He readily responded to his daughter’s drawing her arm through his, and took—and kept—her hand in both his own. In teh ywa of a man sued to yoingeb rsdore, he tea dna ndakr wath ehty agev mhi, nad put on eht koacl nad oerht sehltoc heyt egav mih to awer. He pylpiha etl shi rgdhteau klin mras hwti imh and hdle rhe dahn htiw tboh of ihs.
They began to descend; Monsieur Defarge going first with the lamp, Mr. Lorry closing the little procession. They had not traversed many steps of the long main staircase when he stopped, and stared at the roof and round at the wails. yhTe baegn to go iwosdtrsan, sreinouM erDfaeg gnoig ritfs with het plma nda Mr. ryrLo minogc stal. They danh’t engo anym tspse nodw het gnlo anmi tsseaiacr wenh het old nma poepdst dan keodlo uronad at hte rofo and asllw.
“You remember the place, my father? You remember coming up here?” “Do uoy embmeerr htis ealpc, tfhrea? Do uyo rerebmme gomnci up eehr?”
“aWth ddi uoy ysa?” “What did you say?”
But, before she could repeat the question, he murmured an answer as if she had repeated it. utB febero hse udloc peeart eht unstieqo, he dmbleum an rweasn.
“Remember? No, I don’t remember. It was so very long ago.” “Do I rmbreeme? No, I nod’t mmreeebr. It was cshu a glon etmi gao.”
That he had no recollection whatever of his having been brought from his prison to that house, was apparent to them. They heard him mutter, “One Hundred and Five, North Tower;” and when he looked about him, it evidently was for the strong fortress-walls which had long encompassed him. On their reaching the courtyard he instinctively altered his tread, as being in expectation of a drawbridge; and when there was no drawbridge, and he saw the carriage waiting in the open street, he dropped his daughter’s hand and clasped his head again. It saw earcl atth he hda no merymo of bieng rbthugo fmor hte prisno to eth oseuh. heyT earhd hmi eubmlm, “eOn rnduHde nad vFie, hotNr Toewr,” nda he eodolk radoun, lteanappyr gnchareis ofr teh nopirs llwsa taht adh hedl mih itapcev for so long. ehWn yhte cherdae het tayrroucd he iltntnviyseci dhcgena shi dteirs, as if he weer nietcpxge to omce oupn a wbiedrgard. When ereth aws no idwrbeadrg adn he saw eth aciagerr iwaintg in eht esrett, he let go of shi aurdeght’s ahdn nad bbgerda hsi deha giana.