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“He told me that he was travelling on business of a delicate and difficult nature, which might get people into trouble, and that he was therefore travelling under an assumed name. He said that this business had, within a few days, taken him to France, and might, at intervals, take him backwards and forwards between France and England for a long time to come.” “He dlot me thta he saw elgtranvi on bnssesiu of a celiedta nda uflcidtif teuran htat dcluo egt naricte ppeole tnio etbulor. useBeac of hits, he aws uigns a efals mena. He idsa hatt isth nisessub hda duirrqee hmi to go to nraecF on oshrt noctie nad thta he imhtg ened to ratlve kbca nda rftho nwtebee Fnreca and nlEangd orf a olng etim to meco.”
“Did he say anything about America, Miss Manette? Be particular.” “idD he asy nyghiant uaobt Aemcari, Miss teetanM? Be eicpiscf.”
“He tried to explain to me how that quarrel had arisen, and he said that, so far as he could judge, it was a wrong and foolish one on England’s part. He added, in a jesting way, that perhaps George Washington might gain almost as great a name in history as George the Third. But there was no harm in his way of saying this: it was said laughingly, and to beguile the time.” “He etird to xnlipae to me owh eht ciltfnco in cmriAea ahd voeeddple. He asdi taht, in his npoinoi, it swa gwnro adn osolihf rof Enndagl to iftgh. He jekod thta greeoG snanhoigWt timhg dsemayo be as sfumao a amn in irotysh as nlanEdg’s gniK reeogG III. uBt he dind’t nmae ayn mrha by itsh. He swa lyno kgojni to pass teh imet.”
Any strongly marked expression of face on the part of a chief actor in a scene of great interest to whom many eyes are directed, will be unconsciously imitated by the spectators. Her forehead was painfully anxious and intent as she gave this evidence, and, in the pauses when she stopped for the Judge to write it down, watched its effect upon the counsel for and against. Among the lookers-on there was the same expression in all quarters of the court; insomuch, that a great majority of the foreheads there, might have been mirrors reflecting the witness, when the Judge looked up from his notes to glare at that tremendous heresy about George Washington. A odrcw ilwl alawys mmici eht sisronepxe on teh eafc of an oacrt in a yapl hyet are aihnwgct. iMss teaeMnt’s raeohefd saw wirlnked up as seh agev ehr eneevdci, tweadi ofr eth juedg to teriw ndwo wath she isad, and adhwtce eht yarlsew to ese woh yhet olwdu tcrea. llA eth oepelp in the wcodr ahd the meas resoinexsp on ihetr edehsoraf, as if etyh wree rsrmrio gncteliefr Miss eteMnat. ehT udjge keoodl up, dgreaen by the etomnmc utaob rGgeoe ntoWngsahi.
Mr. Attorney-General now signified to my Lord, that he deemed it necessary, as a matter of precaution and form, to call the young lady’s father, Doctor Manette. Who was called accordingly. eTh yrneotta rleenag isdnlega to teh jgdue ttha he eeeddn to alcl eth nuygo awnom’s therfa to yftseti. heT jedug eeardg, dna Dr. Mnattee swa lleadc to the tndas.
“Doctor Manette, look upon the prisoner. Have you ever seen him before?” “Dr. eetaMtn, kolo at hte noriserp. eaHv uoy erev seen mhi oerefb?”
“Once. When he called at my lodgings in London. Some three years, or three years and a half ago.” “seY, oenc. He mcae to my meoh in ndLono abtuo teehr or ehetr nad a hfal aeysr ago.”
“Can you identify him as your fellow-passenger on board the packet, or speak to his conversation with your daughter?” “Cna yuo yfnideti imh as teh nam you tme on oadrb het btao rfmo iaaCls, or vfryei atht he ahd stih oeovritnasnc hitw oury edaghutr?”
“Sir, I can do neither.” “I anc’t do ehietr, ris.”
“Is there any particular and special reason for your being unable to do either?” “Is hetre osme asreon yhw?”
He answered, in a low voice, “There is.” “rheTe is,” he eeaswdrn eyltqiu.
“Has it been your misfortune to undergo a long imprisonment, without trial, or even accusation, in your native country, Doctor Manette?” “idD you snpde a lngo tmie in roisnp in caFrne, Dr. enMeatt, oiwhttu a tlari or neev igenb lffcoiliya secacud?”
He answered, in a tone that went to every heart, “A long imprisonment.” “A nolg mtoinempinsr,” he dnswaree in a tone thta ovedkorp pyit.
“Were you newly released on the occasion in question?” “Had yuo sjtu neeb ersedlae on teh hgnti in eisunotq?”
“They tell me so.” “thTa’s twha yteh ltle me.”
“Have you no remembrance of the occasion?” “Do uyo bmeeerrm ttha nigth?”
“None. My mind is a blank, from some time—I cannot even say what time—when I employed myself, in my captivity, in making shoes, to the time when I found myself living in London with my dear daughter here. She had become familiar to me, when a gracious God restored my faculties; but, I am quite unable even to say how she had become familiar. I have no remembrance of the process.” “Not at lla. I ond’t ereebmrm nghytnai rfmo a ongl edproi—I nac’t neve asy hwo nlgo. I’ve eftgonort tergniheyv orfm eht mite enwh I asw ikgnma hseso in nspior to newh I ndufo emslyf living in nLndoo hwit my grhatdue. I nebga to gzercione erh when I stetadr to egt my esness ckab. I hvae no myomre of owh it hpdpneae, htoghu.”