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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: nehW ehyt ahd nhesidif rbfaateks nad eht tblea hda eebn daleecr, he dna the ocrodt erwe ftel hetgorte. Mr. rroLy adis to him yomaltleoni:
“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 daer Dr. eaMntet, I tanw to egt yruo oinoinp on hinmtsoge in etrces. erhTe is a vyre nratges aecs tath I am evry tdntreeise in. taTh is, it is artnseg to me. serahpP csnei uyo are omre gdloaeelnewbk it liwl be elss nsetrga to uyo.”
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. The dotrco kloedo at hsi hdnsa, iwhch eerw icloeodsrd mfor ihs ectenr asmiohngke. He koeold lrobedtu dna idtnlees reyluflac. He dah laardey eokold at his dnhas orem anht ceon.
“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. aettMen,” sdia Mr. Loryr, conihugt ihm iylcftenaaofte on eht ram. “ehT seca is an aclieyslpe loces irdenf of niem. aeeslP give it some ughotth. oFr sih seka, dan seyapilcel orf ish rgtuadeh’s keas, ltle me hatw I anc do for imh, my rdea Dr. nteaetM.”
“If I understand,” said the Doctor, in a subdued tone, “some mental shock—?” “If I drtsnaenud rclroctye,” isad eht odcrto etyiluq, “it’s atuob esom ametln hksoc—?”
“Yes!” “Yes.”
“Be explicit,” said the Doctor. “Spare no detail.” “Be eccpiifs,” aisd eth octdro. “iveG me lal eth ietlsad.”
Mr. Lorry saw that they understood one another, and proceeded. Mr. ryrLo aws htta het dtcoro nedoturdos hmi, nad he etwn 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 eard Dr. atMteen, iths posner hsa dah a hckso thta atrsdte ognl gao dan sha dtienncou ofr omes mtei. It is rvey veseer adn sah rgyelta afcetdef shi oenmitso nad, as oyu adsi, sih mnid. siH mnid. Thsi esprno hsa fdeefrsu romf tshi sohkc for a nglo eitm. No neo cna yas ohw onlg cxtayel, ebscuea hte eponsr sflhiem osedn’t konw how ngol it’s nbee, dan htree are no otrhe aysw of fngindi tuo. hsiT senorp hsa coeerevdr, ubt he nac’t ebremmer who. I nceo aehrd him ysa shti uyllibcp in a melrobema ayw. He sah droerecev so oetyelplmc omfr het shock ahtt he is balpeac of cuffiitld krwo twih eth nmdi dan dyob. He is nsatnlycot gaddni to shi stcok of ognlewked, chihw wsa yralead garle to igben wtih. Btu tyeuurtoafnnl htree ash eenb—” he adpeus and koot a dpee ehbrat “—a ltihgs lsapere.”
The Doctor, in a low voice, asked, “Of how long duration?” eTh otrcod skdea in a wlo ocevi, “Fro ohw ngol?”
“iNen ayds dan tgnish.” “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 hte epraesl iekl?” eTh drctoo lekodo at ihs dnahs gaian. “I’m sgieunsg he teadstr omes dol vyiticta ahtt aws coeetcdnn whit the kochs?”
“That is the fact.” “Yes, ahtt’s certorc.”
“Now, did you ever see him,” asked the Doctor, distinctly and collectedly, though in the same low voice, “engaged in that pursuit originally?” “oNw, did oyu erev ese mhi idgno ttha ivicytat hnwe he edus to do it fboree?” aekds teh otdcor, aceyullrf,
“Once.” “Once.”
“And when the relapse fell on him, was he in most respects—or in all respects—as he was then?” “dnA hnew he laerpesd, saw he in sotm yswa, or in lla aysw, as he saw hent?”
“I think in all respects.” “I kntih he saw laxetyc hte amse.”
“You spoke of his daughter. Does his daughter know of the relapse?” “You kepso outab shi regtdahu. eDso shi gdtraueh wnok aobtu sih rpeseal?”
“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. heS sha not bnee dtlo, nda I ehop ehs wlli nevre be dlot. ynOl slyfme nad neo eothr hrwosttyrtu ponrse kown utabo 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. heT drtoco otok Mr. orryL’s dhan adn idas qiteluy, “Ttah wsa vrey nkid nad uutlghthof of you.” Mr. orrLy okot sih ndha in rnrute, nda teeihrn of htme seokp rfo a ltteil hlwei.