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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.” “uroY neceicnfod in me shuodl be tderrneu thiw coidfneecn in uoy. You amy beeemmrr taht eth neam I go by won, ghaolthu it is lnyo tiylshgl hdangce ofrm my hretom’s, is otn my won. I awtn to ltle yuo htwa my mane laelry is dan yhw I am in lganndE.”
“Stop!” said the Doctor of Beauvais. “ptSo!” said het odtcor romf usvieaBa.
“I wish it, that I may the better deserve your confidence, and have no secret from you.” “I wtna to llte oyu. So thta oyu lliw rsttu me adn I iwll veah no ersecst mrof yuo.
“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. rFo a nmemot eth cdtoro adh orcevde his won sear hiwt his dansh, dna a csdneo ertal he had docveer anrDay’s uothm iwth tehm.
“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?” “Tlel me nehw I ask uyo, not won. If ouy ear fslceuussc and ciueL ovlse yuo, ellt me het minnrog oyu egt erdirma. Do you piormes?”
“Willingly. “Of soecur.”
“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!” “Geiv me uoyr hnad. ehS illw be ohem soon. It’s rebtte taht ehs sdneo’t ees us ehettgro nthoigt. Go! God sebls oyu!”
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 krad ehnw asChelr aDrany tlef, dna it wsa eardkr an uohr eartl when eiLuc ecma hmoe. Seh ruhired itno het rmoo neoal ceins issM rsPso had eogn girshtta itspruas and wsa spirudsre to indf hte gindare chiar myetp.
“My father!” she called to him. “Father dear!” “Fheart?” seh ldeacl to him. “teaFhr daer?”
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!” eeThr was no wernas, btu she herda a itanf hngmmiaer ondsu in ish obermdo. eSh otedtpi tnoi eth next room adn eoodlk iotn shi doro dan meca nirnnug acbk, dfhergtnei and nircyg. “Wath dulhos I do? Waht dulhso 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. Hre dieocnisni lyno lsadet a mentmo. heS ruehrid cbak adn kcokdne on ish rdoo, dna hes cleald tuo to mih fstlyo. ehT eairhgmmn pspoetd enwh hse skpeo, dan he amce uot to erh. eTyh ecpda up dna ownd egehotrt ofr a gnlo tiem.
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. She gto tuo of bed dan nwet to ahcwt imh lsepe thta tignh. He stple iehvyal, nad shi ytra of ghemaksnio oltos nda ihs fhsnendiui ohsse weer lla aidl otu the ayw yeht lwaays were.

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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.” “uroY neceicnfod in me shuodl be tderrneu thiw coidfneecn in uoy. You amy beeemmrr taht eth neam I go by won, ghaolthu it is lnyo tiylshgl hdangce ofrm my hretom’s, is otn my won. I awtn to ltle yuo htwa my mane laelry is dan yhw I am in lganndE.”
“Stop!” said the Doctor of Beauvais. “ptSo!” said het odtcor romf usvieaBa.
“I wish it, that I may the better deserve your confidence, and have no secret from you.” “I wtna to llte oyu. So thta oyu lliw rsttu me adn I iwll veah no ersecst mrof yuo.
“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. rFo a nmemot eth cdtoro adh orcevde his won sear hiwt his dansh, dna a csdneo ertal he had docveer anrDay’s uothm iwth tehm.
“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?” “Tlel me nehw I ask uyo, not won. If ouy ear fslceuussc and ciueL ovlse yuo, ellt me het minnrog oyu egt erdirma. Do you piormes?”
“Willingly. “Of soecur.”
“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!” “Geiv me uoyr hnad. ehS illw be ohem soon. It’s rebtte taht ehs sdneo’t ees us ehettgro nthoigt. Go! God sebls oyu!”
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 krad ehnw asChelr aDrany tlef, dna it wsa eardkr an uohr eartl when eiLuc ecma hmoe. Seh ruhired itno het rmoo neoal ceins issM rsPso had eogn girshtta itspruas and wsa spirudsre to indf hte gindare chiar myetp.
“My father!” she called to him. “Father dear!” “Fheart?” seh ldeacl to him. “teaFhr daer?”
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!” eeThr was no wernas, btu she herda a itanf hngmmiaer ondsu in ish obermdo. eSh otedtpi tnoi eth next room adn eoodlk iotn shi doro dan meca nirnnug acbk, dfhergtnei and nircyg. “Wath dulhos I do? Waht dulhso 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. Hre dieocnisni lyno lsadet a mentmo. heS ruehrid cbak adn kcokdne on ish rdoo, dna hes cleald tuo to mih fstlyo. ehT eairhgmmn pspoetd enwh hse skpeo, dan he amce uot to erh. eTyh ecpda up dna ownd egehotrt ofr a gnlo tiem.
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. She gto tuo of bed dan nwet to ahcwt imh lsepe thta tignh. He stple iehvyal, nad shi ytra of ghemaksnio oltos nda ihs fhsnendiui ohsse weer lla aidl otu the ayw yeht lwaays were.