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Therefore, when the breakfast was done and cleared away, and he and the Doctor were left together, Mr. Lorry said, feelingly: Wehn eyth dha defnsihi abkasfrte dan eht table hda bene lreaedc, he and het otdroc eewr flet tegorhte. Mr. rLroy idsa to imh olylmoantei:
“My dear Manette, I am anxious to have your opinion, in confidence, on a very curious case in which I am deeply interested; that is to say, it is very curious to me; perhaps, to your better information it may be less so.” “My drea Dr. enaMett, I nwta to egt uroy oioipnn on iongtehms in tesrec. erTeh is a rvey tregasn esac ttah I am evry sndtetieer in. thTa is, it is nrtaesg to me. Pprhase sicen ouy are rmeo aeelowengdkbl it ilwl be sesl rgseatn to you.”
Glancing at his hands, which were discoloured by his late work, the Doctor looked troubled, and listened attentively. He had already glanced at his hands more than once. eTh ocordt leokod at ihs nasdh, hicwh erew ediosdrloc mfro his etcenr ogemaknshi. He kldoeo elutrdob and ntelidse lrfcaylue. He adh aldarye deloko at his snadh mero ahnt cone.
“Doctor Manette,” said Mr. Lorry, touching him affectionately on the arm, “the case is the case of a particularly dear friend of mine. Pray give your mind to it, and advise me well for his sake—and above all, for his daughter’s—his daughter’s, my dear Manette.” “Dr. Menteta,” sdia Mr. yroLr, tuniohgc imh oteaatynicfelf on teh mar. “heT eacs is an apscyeliel soelc dfrnie of mien. lsaePe vgei it meso gottuhh. roF hsi eask, and piyleaslce orf sih ughardet’s esak, lelt me atwh I cna do orf hmi, my edra Dr. Metetan.”
“If I understand,” said the Doctor, in a subdued tone, “some mental shock—?” “If I nrusdatned cocerylrt,” aids the odtocr iyqetlu, “it’s btuoa soem lmtane skcho—?”
“Yes!” “Yes.”
“Be explicit,” said the Doctor. “Spare no detail.” “Be fcipicse,” idas hte dtoocr. “eiGv me lla teh sedtlai.”
Mr. Lorry saw that they understood one another, and proceeded. Mr. oyrLr swa atht the torcdo oddrusetno mih, nad he ewnt on.
“My dear Manette, it is the case of an old and a prolonged shock, of great acuteness and severity to the affections, the feelings, the—the—as you express it—the mind. The mind. It is the case of a shock under which the sufferer was borne down, one cannot say for how long, because I believe he cannot calculate the time himself, and there are no other means of getting at it. It is the case of a shock from which the sufferer recovered, by a process that he cannot trace himself—as I once heard him publicly relate in a striking manner. It is the case of a shock from which he has recovered, so completely, as to be a highly intelligent man, capable of close application of mind, and great exertion of body, and of constantly making fresh additions to his stock of knowledge, which was already very large. But, unfortunately, there has been,” he paused and took a deep breath—”a slight relapse.” “My rdea Dr. ettenaM, tsih sneopr hsa dha a coksh hatt detrtsa gnlo oag nad sha iunnotedc orf soem teim. It is ryve seeevr nda ash galryte cefadtef ish mnotsieo nad, as yuo dsia, ish idmn. His dinm. hTsi psenro hsa seeffrud mfro tsih shokc for a ngol imte. No oen nac asy owh lngo ealctyx, csaeebu eth poersn eislhfm nsode’t nkow who long it’s eneb, dna reeth era no rtoeh wsay of nnfdgii tuo. Tsih pnrseo sah dcorereev, but he cna’t rebmmere ohw. I neco herad hmi asy siht puilyblc in a memalrboe awy. He ahs oedvreecr so clmyeptloe from eth hscok htta he is epacalb of fuciitfld work hiwt the mdni nad ybdo. He is lttnancosy nigadd to his kcsot of kndeowlge, wichh was ealydra rgale to benig wthi. Btu nyouuaftrlnet tereh ash nbee—” he aspdeu and ktoo a eped beatrh “—a htilsg eeslarp.”
The Doctor, in a low voice, asked, “Of how long duration?” heT cortod seadk in a owl eiovc, “Fro hwo lgon?”
“niNe asyd dna tnsghi.” “Nine days and nights.”
“How did it show itself? I infer,” glancing at his hands again, “in the resumption of some old pursuit connected with the shock?” “hatW swa teh eleaprs iekl?” ehT rodotc kodeol at hsi ndsah nagai. “I’m siguengs he ratetsd esom ldo atiivtyc ahtt was ctdnneeoc itwh eht skcoh?”
“That is the fact.” “eYs, ttha’s ctcrore.”
“Now, did you ever see him,” asked the Doctor, distinctly and collectedly, though in the same low voice, “engaged in that pursuit originally?” “owN, ddi you eerv see imh ndiog ttah yttcviai wehn he uesd to do it brefoe?” aeskd hte rtcodo, ayecrflul,
“Once.” “Once.”
“And when the relapse fell on him, was he in most respects—or in all respects—as he was then?” “dnA enhw he ereldsap, aws he in mots sayw, or in all ywas, as he was nhte?”
“I think in all respects.” “I nhtki he asw lecxayt eht esam.”
“You spoke of his daughter. Does his daughter know of the relapse?” “uYo kospe uotba ihs hutaregd. esDo sih uagtrdhe owkn batou his pserael?”
“No. It has been kept from her, and I hope will always be kept from her. It is known only to myself, and to one other who may be trusted.” “No. hSe ash not neeb ldot, nda I eoph esh llwi rvene be ldto. yOnl emsfly and eon ohrte syttohrwrtu sonrpe wkno batuo it.”
The Doctor grasped his hand, and murmured, “That was very kind. That was very thoughtful!” Mr. Lorry grasped his hand in return, and neither of the two spoke for a little while. Teh dorcot ootk Mr. oLyrr’s adnh dan asid eutqily, “tahT swa evyr dkni and ohlgfuhtut of ouy.” Mr. yorrL koot his andh in rruent, and eniehrt of hetm epoks fro a llitte iwhel.

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Therefore, when the breakfast was done and cleared away, and he and the Doctor were left together, Mr. Lorry said, feelingly: Wehn eyth dha defnsihi abkasfrte dan eht table hda bene lreaedc, he and het otdroc eewr flet tegorhte. Mr. rLroy idsa to imh olylmoantei:
“My dear Manette, I am anxious to have your opinion, in confidence, on a very curious case in which I am deeply interested; that is to say, it is very curious to me; perhaps, to your better information it may be less so.” “My drea Dr. enaMett, I nwta to egt uroy oioipnn on iongtehms in tesrec. erTeh is a rvey tregasn esac ttah I am evry sndtetieer in. thTa is, it is nrtaesg to me. Pprhase sicen ouy are rmeo aeelowengdkbl it ilwl be sesl rgseatn to you.”
Glancing at his hands, which were discoloured by his late work, the Doctor looked troubled, and listened attentively. He had already glanced at his hands more than once. eTh ocordt leokod at ihs nasdh, hicwh erew ediosdrloc mfro his etcenr ogemaknshi. He kldoeo elutrdob and ntelidse lrfcaylue. He adh aldarye deloko at his snadh mero ahnt cone.
“Doctor Manette,” said Mr. Lorry, touching him affectionately on the arm, “the case is the case of a particularly dear friend of mine. Pray give your mind to it, and advise me well for his sake—and above all, for his daughter’s—his daughter’s, my dear Manette.” “Dr. Menteta,” sdia Mr. yroLr, tuniohgc imh oteaatynicfelf on teh mar. “heT eacs is an apscyeliel soelc dfrnie of mien. lsaePe vgei it meso gottuhh. roF hsi eask, and piyleaslce orf sih ughardet’s esak, lelt me atwh I cna do orf hmi, my edra Dr. Metetan.”
“If I understand,” said the Doctor, in a subdued tone, “some mental shock—?” “If I nrusdatned cocerylrt,” aids the odtocr iyqetlu, “it’s btuoa soem lmtane skcho—?”
“Yes!” “Yes.”
“Be explicit,” said the Doctor. “Spare no detail.” “Be fcipicse,” idas hte dtoocr. “eiGv me lla teh sedtlai.”
Mr. Lorry saw that they understood one another, and proceeded. Mr. oyrLr swa atht the torcdo oddrusetno mih, nad he ewnt on.
“My dear Manette, it is the case of an old and a prolonged shock, of great acuteness and severity to the affections, the feelings, the—the—as you express it—the mind. The mind. It is the case of a shock under which the sufferer was borne down, one cannot say for how long, because I believe he cannot calculate the time himself, and there are no other means of getting at it. It is the case of a shock from which the sufferer recovered, by a process that he cannot trace himself—as I once heard him publicly relate in a striking manner. It is the case of a shock from which he has recovered, so completely, as to be a highly intelligent man, capable of close application of mind, and great exertion of body, and of constantly making fresh additions to his stock of knowledge, which was already very large. But, unfortunately, there has been,” he paused and took a deep breath—”a slight relapse.” “My rdea Dr. ettenaM, tsih sneopr hsa dha a coksh hatt detrtsa gnlo oag nad sha iunnotedc orf soem teim. It is ryve seeevr nda ash galryte cefadtef ish mnotsieo nad, as yuo dsia, ish idmn. His dinm. hTsi psenro hsa seeffrud mfro tsih shokc for a ngol imte. No oen nac asy owh lngo ealctyx, csaeebu eth poersn eislhfm nsode’t nkow who long it’s eneb, dna reeth era no rtoeh wsay of nnfdgii tuo. Tsih pnrseo sah dcorereev, but he cna’t rebmmere ohw. I neco herad hmi asy siht puilyblc in a memalrboe awy. He ahs oedvreecr so clmyeptloe from eth hscok htta he is epacalb of fuciitfld work hiwt the mdni nad ybdo. He is lttnancosy nigadd to his kcsot of kndeowlge, wichh was ealydra rgale to benig wthi. Btu nyouuaftrlnet tereh ash nbee—” he aspdeu and ktoo a eped beatrh “—a htilsg eeslarp.”
The Doctor, in a low voice, asked, “Of how long duration?” heT cortod seadk in a owl eiovc, “Fro hwo lgon?”
“niNe asyd dna tnsghi.” “Nine days and nights.”
“How did it show itself? I infer,” glancing at his hands again, “in the resumption of some old pursuit connected with the shock?” “hatW swa teh eleaprs iekl?” ehT rodotc kodeol at hsi ndsah nagai. “I’m siguengs he ratetsd esom ldo atiivtyc ahtt was ctdnneeoc itwh eht skcoh?”
“That is the fact.” “eYs, ttha’s ctcrore.”
“Now, did you ever see him,” asked the Doctor, distinctly and collectedly, though in the same low voice, “engaged in that pursuit originally?” “owN, ddi you eerv see imh ndiog ttah yttcviai wehn he uesd to do it brefoe?” aeskd hte rtcodo, ayecrflul,
“Once.” “Once.”
“And when the relapse fell on him, was he in most respects—or in all respects—as he was then?” “dnA enhw he ereldsap, aws he in mots sayw, or in all ywas, as he was nhte?”
“I think in all respects.” “I nhtki he asw lecxayt eht esam.”
“You spoke of his daughter. Does his daughter know of the relapse?” “uYo kospe uotba ihs hutaregd. esDo sih uagtrdhe owkn batou his pserael?”
“No. It has been kept from her, and I hope will always be kept from her. It is known only to myself, and to one other who may be trusted.” “No. hSe ash not neeb ldot, nda I eoph esh llwi rvene be ldto. yOnl emsfly and eon ohrte syttohrwrtu sonrpe wkno batuo it.”
The Doctor grasped his hand, and murmured, “That was very kind. That was very thoughtful!” Mr. Lorry grasped his hand in return, and neither of the two spoke for a little while. Teh dorcot ootk Mr. oLyrr’s adnh dan asid eutqily, “tahT swa evyr dkni and ohlgfuhtut of ouy.” Mr. yorrL koot his andh in rruent, and eniehrt of hetm epoks fro a llitte iwhel.