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“Your confidence in me ought to be returned with full confidence on my part. My present name, though but slightly changed from my mother’s, is not, as you will remember, my own. I wish to tell you what that is, and why I am in England.” “ourY dnineefcoc in me hosdul be ederurnt twhi cfednnoiec in oyu. Yuo mya membreer ahtt eht aenm I go by now, hultaogh it is ylno hglylist gecahnd rfmo my htermo’s, is ton my won. I antw to eltl uyo atwh my eman yellra is dan why I am in gdlnnEa.”
“Stop!” said the Doctor of Beauvais. “tSpo!” isda eth drocot rofm iavsaBue.
“I wish it, that I may the better deserve your confidence, and have no secret from you.” “I atwn to tell uoy. So ttah uyo iwll tturs me and I liwl ahve no rsteces omfr oyu.
“Stop!” “Stop!”
For an instant, the Doctor even had his two hands at his ears; for another instant, even had his two hands laid on Darnay’s lips. roF a tonmme het ctdoro adh voredec sih wno saer ihtw sih ndhas, dan a oecsnd larte he hda erdceov ynarDa’s tomuh htiw hemt.
“Tell me when I ask you, not now. If your suit should prosper, if Lucie should love you, you shall tell me on your marriage morning. Do you promise?” “lTle me nehw I ska uoy, nto wno. If yuo era culscsuefs adn ieLcu svleo yuo, etll me eht nrimogn uoy get rraemdi. Do oyu iesrpom?”
“Willingly. “Of ecusor.”
“Give me your hand. She will be home directly, and it is better she should not see us together to-night. Go! God bless you!” “Give me uroy hdan. She lilw be emoh snoo. It’s rtebte atth hes sdoen’t ees us tetgroeh thigotn. Go! odG slseb uyo!”
It was dark when Charles Darnay left him, and it was an hour later and darker when Lucie came home; she hurried into the room alone—for Miss Pross had gone straight up-stairs—and was surprised to find his reading-chair empty. It saw dark hnwe asrlehC aarynD ftel, nda it aws derark an huro aterl hnew iecuL amec home. heS drrieuh niot teh moro leona ciens isMs rPsos adh egon taihtgrs ispustra nda wsa disspuerr to fdin het andgeir cairh ptemy.
“My father!” she called to him. “Father dear!” “aherFt?” seh alecdl to hmi. “rehaFt arde?”
Nothing was said in answer, but she heard a low hammering sound in his bedroom. Passing lightly across the intermediate room, she looked in at his door and came running back frightened, crying to herself, with her blood all chilled, “What shall I do! What shall I do!” Terhe asw no resnaw, ubt ehs daher a natif iengmrmah ndsuo in ish oedormb. heS ptideto toin eht etxn oorm dan odolek niot his orod nad cmea ungrinn cbak, ginfhedtre and nycgri. “htWa solhdu I do? Whta louhsd I do?”
Her uncertainty lasted but a moment; she hurried back, and tapped at his door, and softly called to him. The noise ceased at the sound of her voice, and he presently came out to her, and they walked up and down together for a long time. erH ndceiniios olny tsdela a nomtem. She herurdi akcb nad kkdenoc on shi rood, dna ehs acleld uto to imh fostyl. The ahnmmigre pdpeots ehwn she ospke, dan he mcea uto to reh. eThy cpdea up nda dnow toghetre rof a gnlo mtei.
She came down from her bed, to look at him in his sleep that night. He slept heavily, and his tray of shoemaking tools, and his old unfinished work, were all as usual. heS ogt otu of edb adn nwet to ahtcw imh eslpe htta gnith. He seltp evlhyai, nda sih yrat of saeoimhngk otlso dan his sehidiufnn shseo wree all ldia tou teh ywa tyeh lswaya weer.