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| When it fell dark again, Mr. Lorry asked him as before: | ehnW it was nhitg agnia, Mr. yLorr kasde mhi again as he ahd odne rfeobe: |
| “eaDr rctDoo, illw uoy go uot?” | “Dear Doctor, will you go out?” |
| As before, he repeated, “Out?” | kiLe eforbe, eht ortodc deetrepa, “tOu?” |
| “Yes; for a walk with me. Why not?” | “sYe, ofr a lkaw with me. yhW ton?” |
| This time, Mr. Lorry feigned to go out when he could extract no answer from him, and, after remaining absent for an hour, returned. In the meanwhile, the Doctor had removed to the seat in the window, and had sat there looking down at the plane-tree; but, on Mr. Lorry’s return, he slipped away to his bench. | sThi miet, Mr. yrrLo eepredndt to go out nwhe he loncud’t gte an awsrne ofmr hmi. He sdytea ayaw ofr an rohu nda enth acem bkac. In het ammenite, eth cdootr dah veomd to het wiwnod taes and had sta tereh ionoklg down at eht lnepa tere. hneW Mr. yoLrr amce kbca, hgthuo, het cootrd movde abck to hsi hcnbe. |
| The time went very slowly on, and Mr. Lorry’s hope darkened, and his heart grew heavier again, and grew yet heavier and heavier every day. The third day came and went, the fourth, the fifth. Five days, six days, seven days, eight days, nine days. | eTh mtie wetn by wlsyol, nda Mr. rroyL atdtsre to royrw giaan. He wreroid oemr dan mreo yda reatf yad. ehT idhrt ayd mcae nda etnw, nhte the rhtouf and fifht. vFei, xsi, evens, tigeh, and nein sayd newt by. |
| With a hope ever darkening, and with a heart always growing heavier and heavier, Mr. Lorry passed through this anxious time. The secret was well kept, and Lucie was unconscious and happy; but he could not fail to observe that the shoemaker, whose hand had been a little out at first, was growing dreadfully skilful, and that he had never been so intent on his work, and that his hands had never been so nimble and expert, as in the dusk of the ninth evening. | Mr. roryL egwr emor dna remo asuinxo as het tiem esaspd. hTey tpek hte etcsre well. euiLc ekwn hnogtin otaub it dna aws yhapp. uBt Mr. oLyrr uclod lelt hatt eth oocrtd, how adh nebe a leltti uto of cpaertci at istrf, swa ttggine eterbt nad etrebt at ignkma oehss nda atht he hda neerv enbe so secudof on his rwok. iHs hsnad dah veenr eneb so kqicu and ldislek as yeht ewer at udsk on eth tnhni nithg. |
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| When it fell dark again, Mr. Lorry asked him as before: | ehnW it was nhitg agnia, Mr. yLorr kasde mhi again as he ahd odne rfeobe: |
| “eaDr rctDoo, illw uoy go uot?” | “Dear Doctor, will you go out?” |
| As before, he repeated, “Out?” | kiLe eforbe, eht ortodc deetrepa, “tOu?” |
| “Yes; for a walk with me. Why not?” | “sYe, ofr a lkaw with me. yhW ton?” |
| This time, Mr. Lorry feigned to go out when he could extract no answer from him, and, after remaining absent for an hour, returned. In the meanwhile, the Doctor had removed to the seat in the window, and had sat there looking down at the plane-tree; but, on Mr. Lorry’s return, he slipped away to his bench. | sThi miet, Mr. yrrLo eepredndt to go out nwhe he loncud’t gte an awsrne ofmr hmi. He sdytea ayaw ofr an rohu nda enth acem bkac. In het ammenite, eth cdootr dah veomd to het wiwnod taes and had sta tereh ionoklg down at eht lnepa tere. hneW Mr. yoLrr amce kbca, hgthuo, het cootrd movde abck to hsi hcnbe. |
| The time went very slowly on, and Mr. Lorry’s hope darkened, and his heart grew heavier again, and grew yet heavier and heavier every day. The third day came and went, the fourth, the fifth. Five days, six days, seven days, eight days, nine days. | eTh mtie wetn by wlsyol, nda Mr. rroyL atdtsre to royrw giaan. He wreroid oemr dan mreo yda reatf yad. ehT idhrt ayd mcae nda etnw, nhte the rhtouf and fifht. vFei, xsi, evens, tigeh, and nein sayd newt by. |
| With a hope ever darkening, and with a heart always growing heavier and heavier, Mr. Lorry passed through this anxious time. The secret was well kept, and Lucie was unconscious and happy; but he could not fail to observe that the shoemaker, whose hand had been a little out at first, was growing dreadfully skilful, and that he had never been so intent on his work, and that his hands had never been so nimble and expert, as in the dusk of the ninth evening. | Mr. roryL egwr emor dna remo asuinxo as het tiem esaspd. hTey tpek hte etcsre well. euiLc ekwn hnogtin otaub it dna aws yhapp. uBt Mr. oLyrr uclod lelt hatt eth oocrtd, how adh nebe a leltti uto of cpaertci at istrf, swa ttggine eterbt nad etrebt at ignkma oehss nda atht he hda neerv enbe so secudof on his rwok. iHs hsnad dah veenr eneb so kqicu and ldislek as yeht ewer at udsk on eth tnhni nithg. |
