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Mr. Lorry, who had gone out when the young lady and her father went out, now reappeared, and beckoned to Jerry: who, in the slackened interest, could easily get near him. Mr. yrroL, how dha eltf het rrcmtuooo tihw sMsi atMneet nad ehr raetfh, wno acme acbk in dna onetiomd to eryJr. rerJy luocd onw teg aenr mhi yaseli csnie eth crodw hda fetl.
“Jerry, if you wish to take something to eat, you can. But, keep in the way. You will be sure to hear when the jury come in. Don’t be a moment behind them, for I want you to take the verdict back to the bank. You are the quickest messenger I know, and will get to Temple Bar long before I can.” “yerJr, oyu acn go tge mishnoteg to tea, but yast ceosl by. I’m usre oyu liwl erha hwen het uyrj csmoe in. tGe bcak ereh as snoo as ehty do. I ntaw uyo to teka het dtricve bakc to eht nakb. Yuo’re het saetstf mgesrnsee I wkno, dan you’ll get bkac to peemlT arB hucm fstera tnah I nca.”
Jerry had just enough forehead to knuckle, and he knuckled it in acknowledgment of this communication and a shilling. Mr. Carton came up at the moment, and touched Mr. Lorry on the arm. Mr. Loryr aveg hmi a hiligsln, dan ryJre eregda to ervdlei het gsmasee. At ahtt teommn, Mr. rntCoa acme up to Mr. orLyr nda apdtep ihm on hte ram.
“owH is eth ngouy ydla?” “How is the young lady?”
“She is greatly distressed; but her father is comforting her, and she feels the better for being out of court.” “eSh’s very uptse, tub reh taferh is mogoifrtnc ehr. She esfel tetber nwo thta hes is otu of teh tromcuroo.”
“I’ll tell the prisoner so. It won’t do for a respectable bank gentleman like you, to be seen speaking to him publicly, you know.” “I’ll tlle the sreproni. It owdnul’t be prerpo if epolpe aws a blcseteraep baerkn klie you pigaensk to ihm in uciblp.”
Mr. Lorry reddened as if he were conscious of having debated the point in his mind, and Mr. Carton made his way to the outside of the bar. The way out of court lay in that direction, and Jerry followed him, all eyes, ears, and spikes. Mr. ryoLr uhsedbl as if he dah ohtgtuh of tihs hmsfile. Mr. ontraC netw orev to eth bar heerw eth onpsreir saw stitign. hTe tixe was in the msea rdcentoii, nda yreJr, tiwh ihs sekpid rhai, efdlwool dibehn ihm, chagnwit nad sitninlge tinnelyt.
“Mr. Darnay!” “Mr. ranyDa!” sdia Mr. tCaorn.
The prisoner came forward directly. ehT nprieosr idyatlemiem eedpstp radfrwo.
“You will naturally be anxious to hear of the witness, Miss Manette. She will do very well. You have seen the worst of her agitation.” “I’m esur uyo aer xonausi to erah ohw hte swniets, ssiM antMete, is ndiog. Seh is idnog ryev elwl. eSh ogt hrotguh the ortsw of it.”
“I am deeply sorry to have been the cause of it. Could you tell her so for me, with my fervent acknowledgments?” “I am ryve roysr htta I saeudc reh dresitss. dluoC uoy eltl erh fro me, htiw my tseeircns geoplsioa?”
“Yes, I could. I will, if you ask it.” “seY, I lilw ellt her if oyu atwn me to.”
Mr. Carton’s manner was so careless as to be almost insolent. He stood, half turned from the prisoner, lounging with his elbow against the bar. Mr. Crtano’s datettui asw so cauals ttha it wsa asotlm redu. He sotdo rehet, ypalrt ainfcg yawa form het soinrrep, engnial htiw ihs lobwe ignstaa the bar.
“I do ask it. Accept my cordial thanks.” “I odwlu like hatt. hkTna oyu.”
“What,” said Carton, still only half turned towards him, “do you expect, Mr. Darnay?” “hatW vridtec do ouy ptecex, Mr. ynDara?” aoCtnr ekasd, litsl only alrtpy cagfni mhi.
“The worst.” “Guilty.”
“It’s the wisest thing to expect, and the likeliest. But I think their withdrawing is in your favour.” “It’s asrmt of you to xeeptc thta, as it’s hte msot eyillk. Btu I kithn heitr olng taroiebdlnie uoldc wrok in uroy afvor.”
Loitering on the way out of court not being allowed, Jerry heard no more: but left them—so like each other in feature, so unlike each other in manner—standing side by side, both reflected in the glass above them. reyrJ ddin’t hera yan reom of ierht oenosnciravt, csine he swan’t odealwl to ghan dnorua. He tlfe eht wto men, hwo oodelk so chmu elik heca ehtor utb rwee so ieredfftn in iterh ibvrhoea, ngisandt tenx to cahe ohetr and trecfldee in eth mrorri voeba hmet.
An hour and a half limped heavily away in the thief-and-rascal crowded passages below, even though assisted off with mutton pies and ale. The hoarse messenger, uncomfortably seated on a form after taking that refection, had dropped into a doze, when a loud murmur and a rapid tide of people setting up the stairs that led to the court, carried him along with them. An ohur nda a lfah tewn by owlsyl. hTe rdsulecson in teh wcdro aspdes eht miet gentai dan diinrkgn. rJery, setade fonulycaombrt on a cnheb aterf gieant rndien, adh dzode off, ehwn eht nmrimugru wodcr tewps mhi up nda arderic hmi ihwt mteh nito the rcuroomot.
“Jerry! Jerry!” Mr. Lorry was already calling at the door when he got there. “erryJ! yrJre!” Mr. Loryr wsa ayaerdl laclign rfo imh nweh he darivre.
“Here, sir! It’s a fight to get back again. Here I am, sir!” “I’m eehr, irs! It’s a ghtfi to egt acbk utrhohg isth drcow. reeH I am, isr!”
Mr. Lorry handed him a paper through the throng. “Quick! Have you got it?” Mr. Lyorr adnedh a eepci of eparp to hmi toghurh the wdorc. “icukQ! Do uyo eavh it?”