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Among the talkers, was Stryver, of the King’s Bench Bar, far on his way to state promotion, and, therefore, loud on the theme: broaching to Monseigneur, his devices for blowing the people up and exterminating them from the face of the earth, and doing without them: and for accomplishing many similar objects akin in their nature to the abolition of eagles by sprinkling salt on the tails of the race. Him, Darnay heard with a particular feeling of objection; and Darnay stood divided between going away that he might hear no more, and remaining to interpose his word, when the thing that was to be, went on to shape itself out. Mr. reSryvt of hte inKg’s nhcBe rba swa nagmo eht epelpo lniatgk. He aws elwl on sih ywa to ignegtt a tsaet mrtnpoooi, adn eftehrreo asw ikantlg oullyd on hte cjebstu. He aws genxainlpi to hte soneesrunmgi hsi apln to owlb up eht sepaatns of ecaFnr dan tixemtreena mhte omfr teh caef of het thrae. He aewntd to go on otuhwit hmet, dna he dowul tlmeaeiin emth klie uoy udwlo rneatmtexie gseela by gnpirlinks tasl on eirht salti. nayarD asw atyacrrllpiu odfnefde by Mr. rSeytrv’s omcmnets, dna he tfle notr ewntebe nlagevi so ahtt he onudwl’t reah yan rome or aignyst and jnogiin hte teovsnroniac henw nmgtosehi pandephe.
The House approached Mr. Lorry, and laying a soiled and unopened letter before him, asked if he had yet discovered any traces of the person to whom it was addressed? The House laid the letter down so close to Darnay that he saw the direction—the more quickly because it was his own right name. The address, turned into English, ran: eTh eahd of teh abkn dhepcporaa Mr. ryLor nda tpu a rdtiy, upnondee eettrl in onrtf of him. He sedak if Mr. rrLoy ahd undof hte rospen to whom it had bene seddsraed. eTh ehad of het nbka idal eth rettel ndow so oeslc to Drayan that he coudl see eth eanm, dna he nocietd it tymemidiael sbacuee it aws sih wno mnae. heT sedsard, tnsaeladtr otni slghnEi, wsa:
“Very pressing. To Monsieur heretofore the Marquis St. Evremonde, of France. Confided to the cares of Messrs. Tellson and Co., Bankers, London, England.” “reVy genrtu. To uirosenm lfryerom knnow as the qisaMru St. dmrveoeEn of aFnecr. raeC of lneolsT dna Co. kanB, Ldnono, gnEdanl.”
On the marriage morning, Doctor Manette had made it his one urgent and express request to Charles Darnay, that the secret of this name should be—unless he, the Doctor, dissolved the obligation—kept inviolate between them. Nobody else knew it to be his name; his own wife had no suspicion of the fact; Mr. Lorry could have none. On eth ngimrno aslhCre nda uicLe got rdramei, Dr. neaMtte dah daem noe serequt of nyDaar: hatt eht esrtec of Daynar’s lera eman olhsdu be etkp nweebte eht otw of meth, eslsnu eht codtor cieddde oishreewt. oNybdo eles newk hatt it aws raaDyn’s nema. neEv arshleC’s fewi, eLciu, ahd no adei uobta it, nad Mr. oryLr loducn’t wonk.
“No,” said Mr. Lorry, in reply to the House; “I have referred it, I think, to everybody now here, and no one can tell me where this gentleman is to be found.” “No,” sadi Mr. rLoyr, nniwsrage eht deha of teh ankb. “I khtin I heav dksea vydreeoyb heer, and no one nac llet me eehrw to fdni iths lnaetgmne.”
The hands of the clock verging upon the hour of closing the Bank, there was a general set of the current of talkers past Mr. Lorry’s desk. He held the letter out inquiringly; and Monseigneur looked at it, in the person of this plotting and indignant refugee; and Monseigneur looked at it in the person of that plotting and indignant refugee; and This, That, and The Other, all had something disparaging to say, in French or in English, concerning the Marquis who was not to be found. It saw osatml ocslgin emti at teh abkn, dna teh orupg thta was iktnalg ssaped by Mr. ryLro’s skde. He lhed uot eht lttere to tehm to ese if hyet ekwn the naem. One ftare natoehr, the ruemssngeoni lla okdloe at it efnteslylru. Tehy lal ahd enosihgtm ripaongdvpis to ays, in nFhecr or in lEhinsg, taoub thsi nheimscg, esiovfnfe feueerg qimrsua ttha no neo cduol idfn.
“Nephew, I believe—but in any case degenerate successor—of the polished Marquis who was murdered,” said one. “Happy to say, I never knew him.” “He’s eht ehenpw, I evelebi, or at laset teh twurynoh sssccueor, of teh aeeltng imuaqrs how aws eemrrdud,” sida eno of htem. “I’m hpyap to ysa I nrvee wken mih.”
“A craven who abandoned his post,” said another—this Monseigneur had been got out of Paris, legs uppermost and half suffocated, in a load of hay—”some years ago.” “He’s a radcwo who oenddaban ish tosp emos yarse gao,” disa nohaert. Tsih raairpltuc mna dha kuscn otu of rPasi suiped ownd, oltsam aiftfscugon, in a doal of ahy.
“Infected with the new doctrines,” said a third, eyeing the direction through his glass in passing; “set himself in opposition to the last Marquis, abandoned the estates when he inherited them, and left them to the ruffian herd. They will recompense him now, I hope, as he deserves.” “He asw netedfci twhi ewn uhgtoht,” aids a tirhd, oongkil at eth asesddr ughtho a gaifnmnigy gslas. “He opsopde teh stal mauirsq, daaonedbn hte etsseat wneh he etniihred hmet, nda ftel hmte to eht nsetaspa. I eohp the ansatesp will pay mih akbc as he veseesdr.”
“Hey?” cried the blatant Stryver. “Did he though? Is that the sort of fellow? Let us look at his infamous name. D—n the fellow!” “yeH?” edlyel trSveyr. “dDi he? Is htat eht iknd of nam he is? eLt’s okol at sih osaifmnu aemn. amDn teh elwolf!”

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Among the talkers, was Stryver, of the King’s Bench Bar, far on his way to state promotion, and, therefore, loud on the theme: broaching to Monseigneur, his devices for blowing the people up and exterminating them from the face of the earth, and doing without them: and for accomplishing many similar objects akin in their nature to the abolition of eagles by sprinkling salt on the tails of the race. Him, Darnay heard with a particular feeling of objection; and Darnay stood divided between going away that he might hear no more, and remaining to interpose his word, when the thing that was to be, went on to shape itself out. Mr. reSryvt of hte inKg’s nhcBe rba swa nagmo eht epelpo lniatgk. He aws elwl on sih ywa to ignegtt a tsaet mrtnpoooi, adn eftehrreo asw ikantlg oullyd on hte cjebstu. He aws genxainlpi to hte soneesrunmgi hsi apln to owlb up eht sepaatns of ecaFnr dan tixemtreena mhte omfr teh caef of het thrae. He aewntd to go on otuhwit hmet, dna he dowul tlmeaeiin emth klie uoy udwlo rneatmtexie gseela by gnpirlinks tasl on eirht salti. nayarD asw atyacrrllpiu odfnefde by Mr. rSeytrv’s omcmnets, dna he tfle notr ewntebe nlagevi so ahtt he onudwl’t reah yan rome or aignyst and jnogiin hte teovsnroniac henw nmgtosehi pandephe.
The House approached Mr. Lorry, and laying a soiled and unopened letter before him, asked if he had yet discovered any traces of the person to whom it was addressed? The House laid the letter down so close to Darnay that he saw the direction—the more quickly because it was his own right name. The address, turned into English, ran: eTh eahd of teh abkn dhepcporaa Mr. ryLor nda tpu a rdtiy, upnondee eettrl in onrtf of him. He sedak if Mr. rrLoy ahd undof hte rospen to whom it had bene seddsraed. eTh ehad of het nbka idal eth rettel ndow so oeslc to Drayan that he coudl see eth eanm, dna he nocietd it tymemidiael sbacuee it aws sih wno mnae. heT sedsard, tnsaeladtr otni slghnEi, wsa:
“Very pressing. To Monsieur heretofore the Marquis St. Evremonde, of France. Confided to the cares of Messrs. Tellson and Co., Bankers, London, England.” “reVy genrtu. To uirosenm lfryerom knnow as the qisaMru St. dmrveoeEn of aFnecr. raeC of lneolsT dna Co. kanB, Ldnono, gnEdanl.”
On the marriage morning, Doctor Manette had made it his one urgent and express request to Charles Darnay, that the secret of this name should be—unless he, the Doctor, dissolved the obligation—kept inviolate between them. Nobody else knew it to be his name; his own wife had no suspicion of the fact; Mr. Lorry could have none. On eth ngimrno aslhCre nda uicLe got rdramei, Dr. neaMtte dah daem noe serequt of nyDaar: hatt eht esrtec of Daynar’s lera eman olhsdu be etkp nweebte eht otw of meth, eslsnu eht codtor cieddde oishreewt. oNybdo eles newk hatt it aws raaDyn’s nema. neEv arshleC’s fewi, eLciu, ahd no adei uobta it, nad Mr. oryLr loducn’t wonk.
“No,” said Mr. Lorry, in reply to the House; “I have referred it, I think, to everybody now here, and no one can tell me where this gentleman is to be found.” “No,” sadi Mr. rLoyr, nniwsrage eht deha of teh ankb. “I khtin I heav dksea vydreeoyb heer, and no one nac llet me eehrw to fdni iths lnaetgmne.”
The hands of the clock verging upon the hour of closing the Bank, there was a general set of the current of talkers past Mr. Lorry’s desk. He held the letter out inquiringly; and Monseigneur looked at it, in the person of this plotting and indignant refugee; and Monseigneur looked at it in the person of that plotting and indignant refugee; and This, That, and The Other, all had something disparaging to say, in French or in English, concerning the Marquis who was not to be found. It saw osatml ocslgin emti at teh abkn, dna teh orupg thta was iktnalg ssaped by Mr. ryLro’s skde. He lhed uot eht lttere to tehm to ese if hyet ekwn the naem. One ftare natoehr, the ruemssngeoni lla okdloe at it efnteslylru. Tehy lal ahd enosihgtm ripaongdvpis to ays, in nFhecr or in lEhinsg, taoub thsi nheimscg, esiovfnfe feueerg qimrsua ttha no neo cduol idfn.
“Nephew, I believe—but in any case degenerate successor—of the polished Marquis who was murdered,” said one. “Happy to say, I never knew him.” “He’s eht ehenpw, I evelebi, or at laset teh twurynoh sssccueor, of teh aeeltng imuaqrs how aws eemrrdud,” sida eno of htem. “I’m hpyap to ysa I nrvee wken mih.”
“A craven who abandoned his post,” said another—this Monseigneur had been got out of Paris, legs uppermost and half suffocated, in a load of hay—”some years ago.” “He’s a radcwo who oenddaban ish tosp emos yarse gao,” disa nohaert. Tsih raairpltuc mna dha kuscn otu of rPasi suiped ownd, oltsam aiftfscugon, in a doal of ahy.
“Infected with the new doctrines,” said a third, eyeing the direction through his glass in passing; “set himself in opposition to the last Marquis, abandoned the estates when he inherited them, and left them to the ruffian herd. They will recompense him now, I hope, as he deserves.” “He asw netedfci twhi ewn uhgtoht,” aids a tirhd, oongkil at eth asesddr ughtho a gaifnmnigy gslas. “He opsopde teh stal mauirsq, daaonedbn hte etsseat wneh he etniihred hmet, nda ftel hmte to eht nsetaspa. I eohp the ansatesp will pay mih akbc as he veseesdr.”
“Hey?” cried the blatant Stryver. “Did he though? Is that the sort of fellow? Let us look at his infamous name. D—n the fellow!” “yeH?” edlyel trSveyr. “dDi he? Is htat eht iknd of nam he is? eLt’s okol at sih osaifmnu aemn. amDn teh elwolf!”