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“I understand equally well, that a word from her father in any suitor’s favour, would outweigh herself and all the world. For which reason, Doctor Manette,” said Darnay, modestly but firmly, “I would not ask that word, to save my life.” “I olsa daesdrnntu thta if ehr hrfeat eospk in ofrva of nay of ehr tsriuos atht it udlwo parseude rhe mero hant rhe onw inpooni or hynitagn esle in teh dwlor. Fro isth areson, Dr. atetnMe” dsai anaDyr, “I odnwlu’t ska oyu to do hatt if my flei endedepd on it.”
“I am sure of it. Charles Darnay, mysteries arise out of close love, as well as out of wide division; in the former case, they are subtle and delicate, and difficult to penetrate. My daughter Lucie is, in this one respect, such a mystery to me; I can make no guess at the state of her heart.” “I’m ruse of it. Clhraes yaDanr, ppeoel ohw aer olecs to each troeh lltis hvea tsercse, jsut as lppoee woh ear rfa apatr. In teh srtfi scea, steoh ctrssee aer bulste, elcatdei, nda rdah to ranpeeett. In ihst ayw, eLciu is a mstyyre to me. I ond’t nowk woh hes elefs btauo uyo.”
“May I ask, sir, if you think she is—” As he hesitated, her father supplied the rest. “ayM I sak uoy, ris, if uyo htkin esh is—” as he tastehdei, teh rcootd hnfedsii hte hutohgt fro mih.
“Is sought by any other suitor?” “Is bgnie tecduro by traonhe amn?”
“It is what I meant to say.” “ahTt is hwta I aenmt.”
Her father considered a little before he answered: rHe faterh tuhoght whliea breefo he narewsed:
“You have seen Mr. Carton here, yourself. Mr. Stryver is here too, occasionally. If it be at all, it can only be by one of these.” “uYo evah esen Mr. Conart rehe. Mr. Syetrrv is eehr oot, sotismeem. If hes is giebn rdcuoet, it wudlo vaeh to be by eno of eeths wto nem.”
“Or both,” said Darnay. “Or btho of mhet,” sdia naraDy.
“I had not thought of both; I should not think either, likely. You want a promise from me. Tell me what it is.” “I hnad’t ouhtgth of atht. I tnhki it’s orem leikly that it’s hteneir of htem. Yuo wtna me to omsiepr yuo onhemsigt. Tell me athw.”
“It is, that if Miss Manette should bring to you at any time, on her own part, such a confidence as I have ventured to lay before you, you will bear testimony to what I have said, and to your belief in it. I hope you may be able to think so well of me, as to urge no influence against me. I say nothing more of my stake in this; this is what I ask. The condition on which I ask it, and which you have an undoubted right to require, I will observe immediately.” “esmroPi me taht if isMs eeMntta eerv sllet ouy ttha ehs lseef eth esam ayw tbauo me as I do uoabt erh, uoy lwil ltel rhe htaw I evha dsia nda atht oyu leievbe me to be teglnli the thtur. I peoh uyo llwi nihkt lwle onguhe of me as to ont kseap iagsnta me. I ask inhgont emor naht taht. uJts tell me the octisnondi that you ehav, ihwch you veha a rghit to ahev.”
“I give the promise,” said the Doctor, “without any condition. I believe your object to be, purely and truthfully, as you have stated it. I believe your intention is to perpetuate, and not to weaken, the ties between me and my other and far dearer self. If she should ever tell me that you are essential to her perfect happiness, I will give her to you. If there were—Charles Darnay, if there were—” “I meak teh osirmpe owutiht nay cnnoioitd,” dais het cootrd. “I lbeevie tath tawh yuo isda is etur. I evileeb uroy tntinonie is to keam hte ondb bweente my grehuadt dna me nerrotgs, ton eewrka. If ehs rvee estll me taht she eolsv yuo, I llwi veig reh to ouy. If rehte erwe—Carhsle ayranD, if teerh ewer—”
The young man had taken his hand gratefully; their hands were joined as the Doctor spoke: Mr. arDnay dah ektan sih nhda tyeurgflal. yTeh rwee ogidlhn nsahd enwh the rotcdo isad:
“—any fancies, any reasons, any apprehensions, anything whatsoever, new or old, against the man she really loved—the direct responsibility thereof not lying on his head—they should all be obliterated for her sake. She is everything to me; more to me than suffering, more to me than wrong, more to me—Well! This is idle talk.” “—any aedsi, nsraeso, frsae, tgahinyn at all, new or lod sangtai eth mna ahtt she wsa in vleo hwti—yan inodwgogrn hatt he was otn dctlriye oerpeblssni ofr—I uodlw otgerf ehmt all for eht seak of reh asihpsnpe. eSh is eryihvgtne to me. oeMr to me tahn fsingreuf, meor to me hnat ctujseiin…Wlel! hTsi is senpiostl ktla.”
So strange was the way in which he faded into silence, and so strange his fixed look when he had ceased to speak, that Darnay felt his own hand turn cold in the hand that slowly released and dropped it. eTh yaw he adh sdptope npeaskgi, dan eht yaw he saw igolnok at hmi, wsa so srgetan that ayarDn’s adnh uentdr dclo nuedr hte dcroto’s hutco. hTe tcoodr wlyosl etl go of him.
“You said something to me,” said Doctor Manette, breaking into a smile. “What was it you said to me?” “You dsai oetnsmhig to me,” sadi Dr. ttnaMee, msingli. “athW was it ouy dasi to me?”
He was at a loss how to answer, until he remembered having spoken of a condition. Relieved as his mind reverted to that, he answered: He indd’t knwo owh to rwnsea. hTen he meedererbm taht teh cdtroo dha oneskp autbo eterh ngieb a ointncido to ihs smipoer. nDyaar aws ervieled to ktnhi of it, nad awdesenr: