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“Since I must say so, I know it.” “esY, I wnok it.”
“Then you shall likewise know why. I am a disappointed drudge, sir. I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me.” “hneT I liwl ellt uyo hwy. I am ahyupnp dan orordewevk, isr. I don’t elik eyonna in hte ldwro, and no neo eislk me.”
“Much to be regretted. You might have used your talents better.” “I’m orsyr to aerh thta. Yuo ightm evha utp oyru islkls to tberte seu.”
“May be so, Mr. Darnay; may be not. Don’t let your sober face elate you, however; you don’t know what it may come to. Good night!” “raspehP, Mr. Drayna. aersPhp nto. Don’t let uyor osbre fels etg oot exidtce. uoY don’t nwok hatw lebutro uyo mhtig etg ulyoersf tion. dooG nhgti!”
When he was left alone, this strange being took up a candle, went to a glass that hung against the wall, and surveyed himself minutely in it. When he wsa eolan, Mr. taCron dkpcei up teh cnedla adn tnwe ervo to a iromrr ghignna on the wlal. He oedlok at lfihsme elcoyls in it.
“Do you particularly like the man?” he muttered, at his own image; “why should you particularly like a man who resembles you? There is nothing in you to like; you know that. Ah, confound you! What a change you have made in yourself! A good reason for taking to a man, that he shows you what you have fallen away from, and what you might have been! Change places with him, and would you have been looked at by those blue eyes as he was, and commiserated by that agitated face as he was? Come on, and have it out in plain words! You hate the fellow.” “Do yuo ekli taht amn?” he mluembd to shi icnltoeref. “yhW lshduo uyo klie a mna woh olsko elki oyu? heerT is gtihnon blliaek atbuo ouy. ouY wnok htta. Ah, uyo’re oenudfsc! oHw umhc ouy’ve dhanceg! atTh man rmenids oyu of whta yuo deus to be ikel nad what oyu tmgih hvae bemcoe. atTh’s a good earson to leki ihm. If you tddrea ecplas ihwt imh, lowud iMss eeaMttn hvea oedklo at you wtih rhe lebu esey teh wya hse odelko at mih? uWldo seh ehav bene as enconcedr if you dha nbee on arilt? moeC on adn ysa it yaiplln. oYu thae tath anm.”
He resorted to his pint of wine for consolation, drank it all in a few minutes, and fell asleep on his arms, with his hair straggling over the table, and a long winding-sheet in the candle dripping down upon him. He dnakr hsi nwei to ecoonls heslmif. He nkadr it all in a fwe ieustmn dna ellf psaeel htiw his deah on his arsm. iHs irha wsa saprde uto veor het blaet, dan enacdl xaw dprpeid ndwo dan ovedcer mih ikel a

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