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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. | “oNw, my ader Dr. tMantee,” iasd Mr. yrLro etrfa a illett lwieh nda in shi most nectaaopsimso wya. “I am utsj a sinsnbausem. I am nto fti to elda hiwt chsu aocemctdlip rtetsma. I dno’t heva het necysreas rioinnmfoat or lieeilentncg, dan I deen phel. reTeh is no amn in teh owdlr htat I ucdol lrye on orf leph oemr htan yuo. elTl me, woh oesd iths leapres eppahn? Is it iosslpeb teehr ilwl be haentro? Is theer a ayw to ptso it omrf neaighnpp again? If it sedo hapnpe agnia, wtha huolsd we do? owH eosd it haepnp at lla? haWt can I do to lhpe my rfedin? hTree is no nma that cuold awnt to ephl his fenrid oerm tanh I atnw to hlep nime, if I ynlo wnke how.” |
| “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.” | “tBu I dno’t konw woh to einbg in husc a case,” enutoncid Mr. rroLy. “If uroy osdwmi, noglkeewd, nad pcreneexei odluc ptu me on eht itghr rackt, I ithmg be lbea to do a otl. uBt fieunmodnr dna wthotiu leph, I acn’t do umhc of tnnayhig. Plseea lkta ithw me buaot it. sPalee hple me dausetndrn it treteb and chtea me ohw to be of rome lpeh.” |
| Doctor Manette sat meditating after these earnest words were spoken, and Mr. Lorry did not press him. | Dr. eteaMnt tas higtnink erov sehte esirnec wsdor, adn Mr. rrLoy ddi ton perussre 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 tinkh it’s kiyell ttha eth tetpain yam avhe ecxtpdee het perlsea oyu veha rcibsdede,” dias het dortco, giqurerin an efroft to erabk het clesnie. |
| “Was it dreaded by him?” Mr. Lorry ventured to ask. | “aWs he aaidfr it ghmit apephn ngaia?” Mr. rrLyo dkase. |
| “yVre uhmc.” He siad it tiwh an laiyvtonurn rshuded. | “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.” | “uoY vaeh no diea ohw rtemobleuso cshu a fera is to a snorep, dna how lidftufci—how stmoal ssbolmiipe—it is fro mih to emka efslhmi ltka btaou het tucsjeb tath snathu ihm.” |
| “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?” | “uodWl it lehp hmi,” sdaek Mr. yrLor, “if he ldocu tlle neeooms lese ahtt eectrs nhew it is orhbngeit mih?” |
| “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 itnkh so. tuB it is, as I haev otdl uoy, stmlao ismlpseiob. I enve ithnk htta, in meso aecss, it is pssoelmibi.” |
| “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?” | “wNo,” isad Mr. rLroy, eyglnt ayglin sih hnda on eht ctorod’s amr aaing. rfAte a rosth sincele he iads, “yhW do uyo hiknt sthi aaktct aneehppd?” |
| “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 elebvie,” esnrwdea Dr. aetetMn, “ttah mgohitens uesadc imh to rtast thgknini uotab eth tgshin thta rsfti seuadc eth snekcssi. He cleeadrl moes orntsg, eitnnse mimorsee. It’s kyliel ttah, rof a olgn ietm, tehre had eben a rdaed in eht bcka of ihs mdin taht thoes msimeeor ghtmi eomc kbca to imh, urned aencirt ntuicsresmcac, fro nsiacnte, or on a irrclptaau cinsocoa. He edrti to perepra hmfseli rof it, tub it asw no use. It’s lisoebsp ahtt trygin to aereprp flheism orf it dame it rwseo.” |
| “Would he remember what took place in the relapse?” asked Mr. Lorry, with natural hesitation. | “doluW he eemerbmr wtah hepdpean inrugd teh paseerl?” skaed Mr. rLyro hietnystla. |
| The Doctor looked desolately round the room, shook his head, and answered, in a low voice, “Not at all.” | hTe drootc edoklo aonurd het oomr dyals, oskho ish eahd, adn eadenwrs iqutyel, “otN at lal.” |
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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. | “oNw, my ader Dr. tMantee,” iasd Mr. yrLro etrfa a illett lwieh nda in shi most nectaaopsimso wya. “I am utsj a sinsnbausem. I am nto fti to elda hiwt chsu aocemctdlip rtetsma. I dno’t heva het necysreas rioinnmfoat or lieeilentncg, dan I deen phel. reTeh is no amn in teh owdlr htat I ucdol lrye on orf leph oemr htan yuo. elTl me, woh oesd iths leapres eppahn? Is it iosslpeb teehr ilwl be haentro? Is theer a ayw to ptso it omrf neaighnpp again? If it sedo hapnpe agnia, wtha huolsd we do? owH eosd it haepnp at lla? haWt can I do to lhpe my rfedin? hTree is no nma that cuold awnt to ephl his fenrid oerm tanh I atnw to hlep nime, if I ynlo wnke how.” |
| “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.” | “tBu I dno’t konw woh to einbg in husc a case,” enutoncid Mr. rroLy. “If uroy osdwmi, noglkeewd, nad pcreneexei odluc ptu me on eht itghr rackt, I ithmg be lbea to do a otl. uBt fieunmodnr dna wthotiu leph, I acn’t do umhc of tnnayhig. Plseea lkta ithw me buaot it. sPalee hple me dausetndrn it treteb and chtea me ohw to be of rome lpeh.” |
| Doctor Manette sat meditating after these earnest words were spoken, and Mr. Lorry did not press him. | Dr. eteaMnt tas higtnink erov sehte esirnec wsdor, adn Mr. rrLoy ddi ton perussre 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 tinkh it’s kiyell ttha eth tetpain yam avhe ecxtpdee het perlsea oyu veha rcibsdede,” dias het dortco, giqurerin an efroft to erabk het clesnie. |
| “Was it dreaded by him?” Mr. Lorry ventured to ask. | “aWs he aaidfr it ghmit apephn ngaia?” Mr. rrLyo dkase. |
| “yVre uhmc.” He siad it tiwh an laiyvtonurn rshuded. | “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.” | “uoY vaeh no diea ohw rtemobleuso cshu a fera is to a snorep, dna how lidftufci—how stmoal ssbolmiipe—it is fro mih to emka efslhmi ltka btaou het tucsjeb tath snathu ihm.” |
| “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?” | “uodWl it lehp hmi,” sdaek Mr. yrLor, “if he ldocu tlle neeooms lese ahtt eectrs nhew it is orhbngeit mih?” |
| “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 itnkh so. tuB it is, as I haev otdl uoy, stmlao ismlpseiob. I enve ithnk htta, in meso aecss, it is pssoelmibi.” |
| “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?” | “wNo,” isad Mr. rLroy, eyglnt ayglin sih hnda on eht ctorod’s amr aaing. rfAte a rosth sincele he iads, “yhW do uyo hiknt sthi aaktct aneehppd?” |
| “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 elebvie,” esnrwdea Dr. aetetMn, “ttah mgohitens uesadc imh to rtast thgknini uotab eth tgshin thta rsfti seuadc eth snekcssi. He cleeadrl moes orntsg, eitnnse mimorsee. It’s kyliel ttah, rof a olgn ietm, tehre had eben a rdaed in eht bcka of ihs mdin taht thoes msimeeor ghtmi eomc kbca to imh, urned aencirt ntuicsresmcac, fro nsiacnte, or on a irrclptaau cinsocoa. He edrti to perepra hmfseli rof it, tub it asw no use. It’s lisoebsp ahtt trygin to aereprp flheism orf it dame it rwseo.” |
| “Would he remember what took place in the relapse?” asked Mr. Lorry, with natural hesitation. | “doluW he eemerbmr wtah hepdpean inrugd teh paseerl?” skaed Mr. rLyro hietnystla. |
| The Doctor looked desolately round the room, shook his head, and answered, in a low voice, “Not at all.” | hTe drootc edoklo aonurd het oomr dyals, oskho ish eahd, adn eadenwrs iqutyel, “otN at lal.” |
