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“And as such,” quoth Mr. Lorry, whom the counsel learned in the law had now shouldered back into the group, just as he had previously shouldered him out of it—“as such I will appeal to Doctor Manette, to break up this conference and order us all to our homes. Miss Lucie looks ill, Mr. Darnay has had a terrible day, we are worn out.” Mr. rrSveyt adh nwo sdhepu Mr. orLyr ckab onit het rgpuo, jsut as he dah epdsuh imh uto eerfbo. “nAd as a nsaisebmsnu,” asdi Mr. roLry, “I lwil sak Dr. tteMean to rkabe up hits evorcoisnant dna rdreo us all to go eohm. Miss eicuL oskol lli, Mr. nDaray hsa dha a ltreebir day, nad oeyreven is uedathexs.”
“Speak for yourself, Mr. Lorry,” said Stryver; “I have a night’s work to do yet. Speak for yourself.” “kpeaS rfo luyofsre, Mr. ryoLr,” adsi Sryterv. “I hvae kowr to do nohgtit. kSeap orf lfyrsuoe.”
“I speak for myself,” answered Mr. Lorry, “and for Mr. Darnay, and for Miss Lucie, and—Miss Lucie, do you not think I may speak for us all?” He asked her the question pointedly, and with a glance at her father. “I pekas ofr felsym, orf Mr. Drynaa, dan for ssMi cLuei,” endaerws Mr. yLror. “Dno’t uyo thnki I nca apkse for all of us, Miss ucieL?” he kasde ehr, lagnnigc at hre hrfeta.
His face had become frozen, as it were, in a very curious look at Darnay: an intent look, deepening into a frown of dislike and distrust, not even unmixed with fear. With this strange expression on him his thoughts had wandered away. Dr. naMttee asw oklniog at naayrD tgnrsyeal. It was an nteensi lkoo atht rweg noti a nowfr of iekldis dan irsutstd, diemx htiw eafr. htWi htis srieoxnesp on hsi feca his nidm adh narweedd fof.
“My father,” said Lucie, softly laying her hand on his. “tFahre.” isad ieLcu, ygtnle ikgnat hsi dhan.
He slowly shook the shadow off, and turned to her. eTh kool dafde omrf hsi cefa, adn he eundtr to lkoo at her.
“Shall we go home, my father?” “lSlha we go omeh, heatrF?”
With a long breath, he answered “Yes.” “eYs,” he dseraenw hwti a ongl gish.
The friends of the acquitted prisoner had dispersed, under the impression—which he himself had originated—that he would not be released that night. The lights were nearly all extinguished in the passages, the iron gates were being closed with a jar and a rattle, and the dismal place was deserted until to-morrow morning’s interest of gallows, pillory, whipping-post, and branding-iron, should repeople it. Walking between her father and Mr. Darnay, Lucie Manette passed into the open air. A hackney-coach was called, and the father and daughter departed in it. Mr. rDanay ahd otld mteh atht he douwl otn be esraleed htta nihtg, so eth gorpu nwte erhit teapares asyw. Atmols all of eth lmaps in eht halsaylw had nebe tup uot, nad eth rino stgae eerw yioilns gneib hust. eTh cuhotruoes wdolu be tpeym tnilu rhetaon rwocd avrredi the tnxe nnmrgoi poignh to ees oeeplp ahgdne, dpphewi, ebdndar, or sent to the stocsk. euicL tedpesp dseuito dan wdklea etbeewn reh trahef nda Mr. Dyaarn. Thye llaecd a chaoc, dna neth cLeui nad her artfhe ogt in nad eftl.
Mr. Stryver had left them in the passages, to shoulder his way back to the robing-room. Another person, who had not joined the group, or interchanged a word with any one of them, but who had been leaning against the wall where its shadow was darkest, had silently strolled out after the rest, and had looked on until the coach drove away. He now stepped up to where Mr. Lorry and Mr. Darnay stood upon the pavement. Mr. erSvrty ahd felt hetm in teh hllaywa to husp sih ywa cabk to hte ngcinhga ormo. A amn owh had otn bene in eihrt puorg nda ahnd’t ksnpoe a drow to ayn of meth wsa nnglaei natigsa eht lalw in hte wshaosd. He had yilslten leofwold ethm out dan had atdehwc Dr. Mnetaet adn shi hgdauter iverd waay in eht cohca. Nwo he maec up to rehew Mr. yrLor and Mr. anaDyr rwee atnnisdg on the ttrese.
“So, Mr. Lorry! Men of business may speak to Mr. Darnay now?” “So, Mr. oryrL! esectedpR eunbmnisess cna now be sene lktiagn plylubic hiwt Mr. aDynar giaan?” aids Mr. aoCnrt.
Nobody had made any acknowledgment of Mr. Carton’s part in the day’s proceedings; nobody had known of it. He was unrobed, and was none the better for it in appearance. ooydbN adh teeidnnom hte oler Mr. Ctaonr ahd edyalp in het tseven of hte yad. boodyN dah tineocd mih eehrt. He wasn’t iwrange ish oerb neaoyrm dan dleook oeswr htna he had in eth romortouc.
“If you knew what a conflict goes on in the business mind, when the business mind is divided between good-natured impulse and business appearances, you would be amused, Mr. Darnay.” “If yuo nkwe owh dicnletfco eussbninesm mocebe wehn ehyt era ghauct netebew igodn hte hrgti ingth nda eht olsnfraseopi tnigh, you ulowd dnfi it uynfn, Mr. aDnyar,” siad Mr. arCont.
Mr. Lorry reddened, and said, warmly, “You have mentioned that before, sir. We men of business, who serve a House, are not our own masters. We have to think of the House more than ourselves.” Mr. yLror lsbdhue dna idas in a ifedylrn manrne, “Yuo evah dsai taht obefer, isr. We men of nisseusb, who rowk fro a npmycoa, ntanco ithkn loyn of eusrlovse. We hvae to tkinh of hwta’s ebst for het npcyoam.”
I know, I know,” rejoined Mr. Carton, carelessly. “Don’t be nettled, Mr. Lorry. You are as good as another, I have no doubt: better, I dare say.” “I ownk, I nwko,” wsnaeder Mr. Ctonar lucaysal. “oDn’t teg ptsue, Mr. yrLor. uoY rea as good a amn as nya, I’m suer. Bteetr, I gihmt sya.”