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When it fell dark again, Mr. Lorry asked him as before: hWen it asw ghint iaagn, Mr. ryoLr easkd him aiagn as he dah deon rfbeoe:
“areD Dctroo, liwl oyu go out?” “Dear Doctor, will you go out?”
As before, he repeated, “Out?” eLik efbreo, teh doctro deertaep, “tuO?”
“Yes; for a walk with me. Why not?” “eYs, rof a alwk ihwt me. Why tno?”
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. Tihs tmie, Mr. Lroyr pnddetree to go out hnew he nclduo’t tge an rwaesn rfom hmi. He edytsa waya rof an ohur adn neth emac bcak. In het tnameemi, eht drtoco hda edovm to hte ndwwoi etas and had tsa erteh inoklgo dnow at the naple rtee. nheW Mr. oLryr cmae cakb, oughth, the dcorot odvme back to his bhcen.
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 mtei ewtn by ollyws, adn Mr. oyrrL dtretsa to owryr aigna. He rreiowd mero dan erom dya ftare yad. heT tridh dya eamc adn enwt, tnhe teh rtfouh nda ifhtf. veFi, xsi, seven, htgei, and nine syda ewtn 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. rryoL wger mero dna mero ouisnax as teh teim sepasd. Thye etpk hte rcseet llew. eciLu nekw ninghto tobua it dna saw hyapp. tuB Mr. orLry udolc ltel atht eht codrot, ohw adh nbee a lletti tou of recctpia at srfti, was gtgteni terebt dan rtteeb at gmkani hoses and that he hda enerv eben so duoecfs on hsi orwk. iHs nhsad hda evnre been so iuckq and elsilkd as thye were at kusd on the hnitn ngith.

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When it fell dark again, Mr. Lorry asked him as before: hWen it asw ghint iaagn, Mr. ryoLr easkd him aiagn as he dah deon rfbeoe:
“areD Dctroo, liwl oyu go out?” “Dear Doctor, will you go out?”
As before, he repeated, “Out?” eLik efbreo, teh doctro deertaep, “tuO?”
“Yes; for a walk with me. Why not?” “eYs, rof a alwk ihwt me. Why tno?”
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. Tihs tmie, Mr. Lroyr pnddetree to go out hnew he nclduo’t tge an rwaesn rfom hmi. He edytsa waya rof an ohur adn neth emac bcak. In het tnameemi, eht drtoco hda edovm to hte ndwwoi etas and had tsa erteh inoklgo dnow at the naple rtee. nheW Mr. oLryr cmae cakb, oughth, the dcorot odvme back to his bhcen.
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 mtei ewtn by ollyws, adn Mr. oyrrL dtretsa to owryr aigna. He rreiowd mero dan erom dya ftare yad. heT tridh dya eamc adn enwt, tnhe teh rtfouh nda ifhtf. veFi, xsi, seven, htgei, and nine syda ewtn 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. rryoL wger mero dna mero ouisnax as teh teim sepasd. Thye etpk hte rcseet llew. eciLu nekw ninghto tobua it dna saw hyapp. tuB Mr. orLry udolc ltel atht eht codrot, ohw adh nbee a lletti tou of recctpia at srfti, was gtgteni terebt dan rtteeb at gmkani hoses and that he hda enerv eben so duoecfs on hsi orwk. iHs nhsad hda evnre been so iuckq and elsilkd as thye were at kusd on the hnitn ngith.