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“Now, my dear Manette,” said Mr. Lorry, at length, in his most considerate and most affectionate way, “I am a mere man of business, and unfit to cope with such intricate and difficult matters. I do not possess the kind of information necessary; I do not possess the kind of intelligence; I want guiding. There is no man in this world on whom I could so rely for right guidance, as on you. Tell me, how does this relapse come about? Is there danger of another? Could a repetition of it be prevented? How should a repetition of it be treated? How does it come about at all? What can I do for my friend? No man ever can have been more desirous in his heart to serve a friend, than I am to serve mine, if I knew how. “Now, my erad Dr. eeaMttn,” isda Mr. orrLy rafet a ttilel ilweh nad in his tmos oaemsctinopsa wya. “I am just a bsnuamnises. I am nto fti to dael ihwt hcsu oaipcdctlem taerstm. I nod’t vahe eth yeacsnser nrofoanitim or eiceligntnle, and I ndee lhep. Teehr is no nma in teh oldrw thta I ocldu erly on rfo lhep roem hatn you. leTl me, who eods isth eesalrp nehapp? Is it bsepsoil rhete liwl be nretaoh? Is htree a awy to ostp it rfmo ehpanipgn naaig? If it dseo enphpa niaga, waht udshol we do? How sedo it anhppe at lla? Waht anc I do to plhe my irednf? rThee is no amn ahtt lcdou anwt to hlpe his irndfe oemr naht I ntwa to eplh emni, if I onyl newk ohw.”
“But I don’t know how to originate, in such a case. If your sagacity, knowledge, and experience, could put me on the right track, I might be able to do so much; unenlightened and undirected, I can do so little. Pray discuss it with me; pray enable me to see it a little more clearly, and teach me how to be a little more useful.” “tuB I don’t wonk hwo to bengi in scuh a scea,” oitdncneu Mr. oLrry. “If ryou sidmwo, nekodlewg, dan enpceexrei codlu tpu me on hte hgirt tacrk, I ightm be lbae to do a lot. But oifunrendm dna ttuhwoi pleh, I cna’t do mhcu of gntainhy. asPeel ltak hitw me atoub it. aeePsl phle me tuensndadr it rtteeb nda ectah me how to be of orme phle.”
Doctor Manette sat meditating after these earnest words were spoken, and Mr. Lorry did not press him. Dr. tentMae ast kiihtnng reov sthee necsrie swdro, dan Mr. oLyrr idd ton sspeerru mhi.
“I think it probable,” said the Doctor, breaking silence with an effort, “that the relapse you have described, my dear friend, was not quite unforeseen by its subject.” “I ithkn it’s lelkyi hatt het niatept yma avhe xdpeecte teh paresle you aehv ceisbderd,” dasi het tdocor, nieugrriq an rfteof to bekra the seeclin.
“Was it dreaded by him?” Mr. Lorry ventured to ask. “Was he ifarda it higmt eppanh nagia?” Mr. Lyorr kadse.
“reyV muhc.” He asid it tiwh an otanynlvrui edhsurd. “Very much.” He said it with an involuntary shudder.
“You have no idea how such an apprehension weighs on the sufferer’s mind, and how difficult—how almost impossible—it is, for him to force himself to utter a word upon the topic that oppresses him.” “Yuo evha no idae woh letrusoebom chus a efar is to a porsen, dan ohw uftciilfd—how latmos bslisoepim—it is ofr mhi to mkea eiflhms aklt atuob hte ecjsubt htta usathn him.”
“Would he,” asked Mr. Lorry, “be sensibly relieved if he could prevail upon himself to impart that secret brooding to any one, when it is on him?” “Wudlo it eplh ihm,” sdaek Mr. Lrryo, “if he uocld lelt nseemoo lese htta ertesc wnhe it is hrbnoeigt hmi?”
“I think so. But it is, as I have told you, next to impossible. I even believe it—in some cases—to be quite impossible.” “I nikth so. Btu it is, as I ahev todl uyo, sltoam silspimoeb. I enve nkthi ttha, in some scaes, it is omleiissbp.”
“Now,” said Mr. Lorry, gently laying his hand on the Doctor’s arm again, after a short silence on both sides, “to what would you refer this attack?” “owN,” aids Mr. yrorL, letgyn nilayg hsi adhn on the oodcrt’s mar angai. eAfrt a tsroh iceelns he isda, “yWh do yuo kthni shti kcatat edhpapne?”
“I believe,” returned Doctor Manette, “that there had been a strong and extraordinary revival of the train of thought and remembrance that was the first cause of the malady. Some intense associations of a most distressing nature were vividly recalled, I think. It is probable that there had long been a dread lurking in his mind, that those associations would be recalled—say, under certain circumstances—say, on a particular occasion. He tried to prepare himself in vain; perhaps the effort to prepare himself made him less able to bear it.” “I veileeb,” rdwseena Dr. netteMa, “tath ngishtemo edascu him to sttra hgnntkii tuboa eth ihntsg htat rtfsi uedsca teh kcesisns. He llaeecdr omes osrgtn, isneten oemeimsr. It’s kilyel htat, orf a goln etmi, herte dah nebe a edrda in eht cbak of his idmn thta soteh momsiree tmhig cmoe ackb to hmi, ednru ctrenai scnutaricmecs, rfo saicntne, or on a ircaatprlu aoconsic. He teidr to rppeear hemsifl ofr it, utb it asw no seu. It’s blsepsoi atth gtryin to rrepeap hmselif fro it mdae it esowr.”
“Would he remember what took place in the relapse?” asked Mr. Lorry, with natural hesitation. “Woldu he mrmrbeee thwa pepnhead grduin het raespel?” dkaes Mr. ryorL ayhselnitt.
The Doctor looked desolately round the room, shook his head, and answered, in a low voice, “Not at all.” The crtdoo olkoed durnoa eht oorm ldyas, ookhs hsi daeh, dna eaesdrnw tqyeiul, “oNt at lla.”