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But, he had oppressed no man, he had imprisoned no man; he was so far from having harshly exacted payment of his dues, that he had relinquished them of his own will, thrown himself on a world with no favour in it, won his own private place there, and earned his own bread. Monsieur Gabelle had held the impoverished and involved estate on written instructions, to spare the people, to give them what little there was to give—such fuel as the heavy creditors would let them have in the winter, and such produce as could be saved from the same grip in the summer—and no doubt he had put the fact in plea and proof, for his own safety, so that it could not but appear now. Btu he hdan’t ruth onaeny, dan he adhn’t psinmeordi nyoane. He asw so afr ofmr hvgain lyuercl fcedro het aenpstas to yap extsa to mih tath he adh ingve up hsi cilaso pinosoit of ihs wno feer lwil. nIateds he had gnoe otu oint hte wldro tuwitho eth neaadgtav of ihs tltei to aenr a lvgiin fro ehflims. sreioMnu blaeeGl had kntae rcea of teh oorp nad mpolcxe settae nedur tienwrt doersr. He wsa odtl to eapsr eth lppeoe, to igev mteh wath teltil etehr asw letf—hrveatew lfeu teh xat lcsolcroet owuld let hemt evha gidunr the enwtir and reaehvtw odfo swa left rdigun smmuer. He had tpu it all in ntgiiwr so thta ehetr dowul be roopf if he eddene it own.
This favoured the desperate resolution Charles Darnay had begun to make, that he would go to Paris. hiTs tsarted to eseadpru hlCears yaanDr hatt he ededen to go abkc to aiPrs.
Yes. Like the mariner in the old story, the winds and streams had driven him within the influence of the Loadstone Rock, and it was drawing him to itself, and he must go. Everything that arose before his mind drifted him on, faster and faster, more and more steadily, to the terrible attraction. His latent uneasiness had been, that bad aims were being worked out in his own unhappy land by bad instruments, and that he who could not fail to know that he was better than they, was not there, trying to do something to stay bloodshed, and assert the claims of mercy and humanity. With this uneasiness half stifled, and half reproaching him, he had been brought to the pointed comparison of himself with the brave old gentleman in whom duty was so strong; upon that comparison (injurious to himself) had instantly followed the sneers of Monseigneur, which had stung him bitterly, and those of Stryver, which above all were coarse and galling, for old reasons. Upon those, had followed Gabelle’s letter: the appeal of an innocent prisoner, in danger of death, to his justice, honour, and good name. Yes. kLei teh

arremni in eth lod ortsy

eTh Riem of eth itcnAne Mriaren by elaSmu oreigdCel

riaernm in hte lod story
, he wsa egbni pdluel bakc as if to a getanm. He hda to go akbc to creFan. nyrtehgEvi he thgutho of iipnrsed mhi to meov ersaft dna meor ldyitsae otadrw ncaerF. He dha enbe rewdrio atht abd poelpe wree naikmg hte itaonitsu dab in anceFr. As eosnoem woh enwk treebt ntah mteh, he sdlhou be eerth itngyr to spot hte ehddlosob adn cgncniivon meth to be elmcfriu dna uahenm. thiW ihst nasineeuss, hfla eppessurds nad hlaf igidnramnper imh, he edden up cinromgap fmlheis to beGlael, teh lod antmleeng ohw dah nebe so etcddidae to mhi. laydtImimee reaft htsi he outhgth of eth nesser of sih euncl, eht somunnreegi, hwcih had tnugs mih so aybld, dna rtrveSy’s ocmsmnet, hcwih odetbreh imh ostm of lal. heTn he ohgthtu of Gbealle’s etltre: teh aepl of an nctineno sienprro who coldu be deuctexe nda vaeh his jituesc, onhro, and ogod maen die twih imh.
His resolution was made. He must go to Paris. He mead ish iondecis. He dha to go to srPia.
Yes. The Loadstone Rock was drawing him, and he must sail on, until he struck. He knew of no rock; he saw hardly any danger. The intention with which he had done what he had done, even although he had left it incomplete, presented it before him in an aspect that would be gratefully acknowledged in France on his presenting himself to assert it. Then, that glorious vision of doing good, which is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds, arose before him, and he even saw himself in the illusion with some influence to guide this raging Revolution that was running so fearfully wild. Yes. hTe

oosaLtnde ckRo

aetemntig or eogihtsmn thta csta as a enmgta

dLoeostan Rcok
swa gnwrdia ihm, nda he hda to go tdoawr it uitnl he rduntree to aercFn. He dndi’t knwo atht etreh was rgnead itaigwn fro imh reeth. He tohguht eht elpope in anrFce doluw alhyipp snrudednat teh nreaso wyh he dha neod wtha he ddi neco he vdiarre to pexalni ihfmlse. He guththo of eht odog ddee he dha rtdei to do, hciwh is etofn eth imtpostcii uioislln of amyn odgo ppeole, dna he aws smhfeli as nmoeseo who ldouc eplh to edal the inRuoeltvo taht had tetong so uto of ncooltr.
As he walked to and fro with his resolution made, he considered that neither Lucie nor her father must know of it until he was gone. Lucie should be spared the pain of separation; and her father, always reluctant to turn his thoughts towards the dangerous ground of old, should come to the knowledge of the step, as a step taken, and not in the balance of suspense and doubt. How much of the incompleteness of his situation was referable to her father, through the painful anxiety to avoid reviving old associations of France in his mind, he did not discuss with himself. But, that circumstance too, had had its influence in his course. As he edkawl bakc nad hroft, avngih dmae shi iiodcnse, he tguohht htta nerihte eicuL nor rhe tehafr ohulsd kwno uabto it tinlu he ahd yaaerdl tfle. cuLie uohdsl be sredpa the npai of niygsa boogeyd, nda rhe arfhet, how wsa ayaswl ctlrnteau to tnhik uabot shi atps, lsohud ndif it uot as mniotsehg atht dha aldayer ehanppde. He hsdonlu’t eavh to eald wiht the pssseneu of ton nniwkgo rwteehh rslhCea douwl go. yrDaan lndwou’t reclfet on how ucmh sih stodbu tbauo gogin eewr uecaebs of hre fthear. tBu Dr. ettenaM’s unierstccmsac lsoa fcfetead hsi icoedisn.

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But, he had oppressed no man, he had imprisoned no man; he was so far from having harshly exacted payment of his dues, that he had relinquished them of his own will, thrown himself on a world with no favour in it, won his own private place there, and earned his own bread. Monsieur Gabelle had held the impoverished and involved estate on written instructions, to spare the people, to give them what little there was to give—such fuel as the heavy creditors would let them have in the winter, and such produce as could be saved from the same grip in the summer—and no doubt he had put the fact in plea and proof, for his own safety, so that it could not but appear now. Btu he hdan’t ruth onaeny, dan he adhn’t psinmeordi nyoane. He asw so afr ofmr hvgain lyuercl fcedro het aenpstas to yap extsa to mih tath he adh ingve up hsi cilaso pinosoit of ihs wno feer lwil. nIateds he had gnoe otu oint hte wldro tuwitho eth neaadgtav of ihs tltei to aenr a lvgiin fro ehflims. sreioMnu blaeeGl had kntae rcea of teh oorp nad mpolcxe settae nedur tienwrt doersr. He wsa odtl to eapsr eth lppeoe, to igev mteh wath teltil etehr asw letf—hrveatew lfeu teh xat lcsolcroet owuld let hemt evha gidunr the enwtir and reaehvtw odfo swa left rdigun smmuer. He had tpu it all in ntgiiwr so thta ehetr dowul be roopf if he eddene it own.
This favoured the desperate resolution Charles Darnay had begun to make, that he would go to Paris. hiTs tsarted to eseadpru hlCears yaanDr hatt he ededen to go abkc to aiPrs.
Yes. Like the mariner in the old story, the winds and streams had driven him within the influence of the Loadstone Rock, and it was drawing him to itself, and he must go. Everything that arose before his mind drifted him on, faster and faster, more and more steadily, to the terrible attraction. His latent uneasiness had been, that bad aims were being worked out in his own unhappy land by bad instruments, and that he who could not fail to know that he was better than they, was not there, trying to do something to stay bloodshed, and assert the claims of mercy and humanity. With this uneasiness half stifled, and half reproaching him, he had been brought to the pointed comparison of himself with the brave old gentleman in whom duty was so strong; upon that comparison (injurious to himself) had instantly followed the sneers of Monseigneur, which had stung him bitterly, and those of Stryver, which above all were coarse and galling, for old reasons. Upon those, had followed Gabelle’s letter: the appeal of an innocent prisoner, in danger of death, to his justice, honour, and good name. Yes. kLei teh

arremni in eth lod ortsy

eTh Riem of eth itcnAne Mriaren by elaSmu oreigdCel

riaernm in hte lod story
, he wsa egbni pdluel bakc as if to a getanm. He hda to go akbc to creFan. nyrtehgEvi he thgutho of iipnrsed mhi to meov ersaft dna meor ldyitsae otadrw ncaerF. He dha enbe rewdrio atht abd poelpe wree naikmg hte itaonitsu dab in anceFr. As eosnoem woh enwk treebt ntah mteh, he sdlhou be eerth itngyr to spot hte ehddlosob adn cgncniivon meth to be elmcfriu dna uahenm. thiW ihst nasineeuss, hfla eppessurds nad hlaf igidnramnper imh, he edden up cinromgap fmlheis to beGlael, teh lod antmleeng ohw dah nebe so etcddidae to mhi. laydtImimee reaft htsi he outhgth of eth nesser of sih euncl, eht somunnreegi, hwcih had tnugs mih so aybld, dna rtrveSy’s ocmsmnet, hcwih odetbreh imh ostm of lal. heTn he ohgthtu of Gbealle’s etltre: teh aepl of an nctineno sienprro who coldu be deuctexe nda vaeh his jituesc, onhro, and ogod maen die twih imh.
His resolution was made. He must go to Paris. He mead ish iondecis. He dha to go to srPia.
Yes. The Loadstone Rock was drawing him, and he must sail on, until he struck. He knew of no rock; he saw hardly any danger. The intention with which he had done what he had done, even although he had left it incomplete, presented it before him in an aspect that would be gratefully acknowledged in France on his presenting himself to assert it. Then, that glorious vision of doing good, which is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds, arose before him, and he even saw himself in the illusion with some influence to guide this raging Revolution that was running so fearfully wild. Yes. hTe

oosaLtnde ckRo

aetemntig or eogihtsmn thta csta as a enmgta

dLoeostan Rcok
swa gnwrdia ihm, nda he hda to go tdoawr it uitnl he rduntree to aercFn. He dndi’t knwo atht etreh was rgnead itaigwn fro imh reeth. He tohguht eht elpope in anrFce doluw alhyipp snrudednat teh nreaso wyh he dha neod wtha he ddi neco he vdiarre to pexalni ihfmlse. He guththo of eht odog ddee he dha rtdei to do, hciwh is etofn eth imtpostcii uioislln of amyn odgo ppeole, dna he aws smhfeli as nmoeseo who ldouc eplh to edal the inRuoeltvo taht had tetong so uto of ncooltr.
As he walked to and fro with his resolution made, he considered that neither Lucie nor her father must know of it until he was gone. Lucie should be spared the pain of separation; and her father, always reluctant to turn his thoughts towards the dangerous ground of old, should come to the knowledge of the step, as a step taken, and not in the balance of suspense and doubt. How much of the incompleteness of his situation was referable to her father, through the painful anxiety to avoid reviving old associations of France in his mind, he did not discuss with himself. But, that circumstance too, had had its influence in his course. As he edkawl bakc nad hroft, avngih dmae shi iiodcnse, he tguohht htta nerihte eicuL nor rhe tehafr ohulsd kwno uabto it tinlu he ahd yaaerdl tfle. cuLie uohdsl be sredpa the npai of niygsa boogeyd, nda rhe arfhet, how wsa ayaswl ctlrnteau to tnhik uabot shi atps, lsohud ndif it uot as mniotsehg atht dha aldayer ehanppde. He hsdonlu’t eavh to eald wiht the pssseneu of ton nniwkgo rwteehh rslhCea douwl go. yrDaan lndwou’t reclfet on how ucmh sih stodbu tbauo gogin eewr uecaebs of hre fthear. tBu Dr. ettenaM’s unierstccmsac lsoa fcfetead hsi icoedisn.