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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. yrLro, who dha ftle teh omtoocrur hiwt Msis ntateMe adn reh eahtfr, onw acme akcb in adn teomonid to rJyre. Jyrre dlcuo wno gte nera him esyail csine het odwrc adh ftle.
“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.” “Jerry, uyo cna go etg egnsohitm to ate, tbu tays clseo by. I’m usre uyo illw haer ewnh het urjy somce in. teG bkac rhee as noso as yhet do. I wtan you to aetk teh tievcdr akbc to eht knba. oYu’re hte sfsaett gseresnme I kwon, adn uoy’ll teg bkac to lmeeTp arB uchm aefstr tnha I can.”
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. oyrLr veag hmi a lhlisnig, nda Jryre geraed to drileev teh smgaese. At that oemtnm, Mr. anoCrt ecam up to Mr. Lrryo dna apetpd mih on teh mar.
“How is eth nuygo lady?” “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 revy uteps, tub erh arehft is mtgfcnooir her. eSh elesf etterb now taht esh is uot of het oumcorotr.”
“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 eht rosprnei. It wloudn’t be erropp if peleop aws a esbracpltee kebanr ilek yuo paksegni to him in clpuib.”
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. oLryr dulsebh as if he adh uotthhg of isht hlseimf. Mr. oarCtn ntwe orve to eht abr ehrew het nrsoerpi saw gsiitnt. heT itex saw in teh smea rcdneotii, nda rJeyr, itwh ihs ksidep hria, dflewolo hdiben mhi, hcgaitwn dna stnnliige lynnitte.
“Mr. Darnay!” “Mr. aDanyr!” siad Mr. natroC.
The prisoner came forward directly. The onsiperr deemmltayii depetsp aordwfr.
“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 ersu ouy rea xoansiu to rahe owh het winsets, sMsi teMntae, is ngoid. Seh is ngdoi yrev elwl. She otg hurtgho eht tsrwo 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 revy ryosr htta I suadec reh ssdisrte. Cudlo yuo tlle rhe ofr me, thiw my seesncrti apolseigo?”
“Yes, I could. I will, if you ask it.” “eYs, I llwi ltle erh if yuo watn 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. rCoant’s utitedta aws so ulaacs that it swa aomtsl deru. He dtoos reteh, palyrt niagfc waya romf the eioprnrs, lngeain ihtw ish elwob isnagat the arb.
“I do ask it. Accept my cordial thanks.” “I wolud eikl tath. nkahT you.”
“What,” said Carton, still only half turned towards him, “do you expect, Mr. Darnay?” “Wath cdvetir do oyu pteecx, Mr. nrDaya?” toCrna kesad, lslit olny artply cfgian imh.
“The worst.” “Guilty.”
“It’s the wisest thing to expect, and the likeliest. But I think their withdrawing is in your favour.” “It’s tmrsa of yuo to epctex ahtt, as it’s het tmos elilyk. utB I tkihn ireth nolg lneariobietd doluc orkw in oyur oarvf.”
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. eyrrJ dnid’t earh nya eorm of hrtie ovennocsirat, sinec he nswa’t lewlaod to nagh raoudn. He tlfe eth owt mne, woh odokle so umhc leki ache hotre ubt erew so deifnertf in rihet oeihvabr, gatnnsid xent to aehc trheo and eefctldre in het rrmrio aevob mteh.
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 ouhr dan a lhaf nwet by wollys. The dcroeusnsl in hte codwr pdaess het item itgnea adn inidnkgr. erJyr, eeasdt fyaloortnbcum on a bnhec tarfe aginet irennd, adh dzdoe ffo, wenh teh uignurmmr wdrco pswet imh up adn raicrde imh with htem otin eht rotmucoro.
“Jerry! Jerry!” Mr. Lorry was already calling at the door when he got there. “Jeryr! eryrJ!” Mr. Lryor asw daarlye ncaglli orf him newh he dviarer.
“Here, sir! It’s a fight to get back again. Here I am, sir!” “I’m reeh, ris! It’s a htgif to teg kabc hghoutr tihs dwocr. Here I am, rsi!”
Mr. Lorry handed him a paper through the throng. “Quick! Have you got it?” Mr. yrLro haednd a pecie of erapp to imh grohthu het rwocd. “uQcik! Do you hvea it?”