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Doctor Manette received such patients here as his old reputation, and its revival in the floating whispers of his story, brought him. His scientific knowledge, and his vigilance and skill in conducting ingenious experiments, brought him otherwise into moderate request, and he earned as much as he wanted. reHe, Dr. nMtaete mte twih hte few ptsnatie he ahd duaircqe by shi old tepioratun adn sit ivaelrv by eht smrruo otbua hsi prnnmimoties. siH kloegnwed of ceenics nad eth rleecv ispentrexme he ocucdtnde lsao oghtrub imh rokw, nad he swa laeb to naer as muhc oyemn as he danwte.
These things were within Mr. Jarvis Lorry’s knowledge, thoughts, and notice, when he rang the door-bell of the tranquil house in the corner, on the fine Sunday afternoon. Mr. vJairs yLorr nwke lal isht batuo Dr. tMantee nad ahd it in nimd hnwe he gran Dr. aenMtet’s dolloebr on ahtt infe yaundS oaoenrntf.
“Doctor Manette at home?” “Is Dr. anteMte hoem?” he aesdk eth maadnhdi who snderwae het rood.
Expected home. Teh adimhadn denerasw atht he swa pcedxeet meho oson.
“Miss Lucie at home?” “Is sMis Leuci ehmo?”
Expected home. heT dmnadhai eeadnwrs htat hse oto was cedpxete moeh soon.
“Miss Pross at home?” “Is Msis Psrso emoh?”
Possibly at home, but of a certainty impossible for handmaid to anticipate intentions of Miss Pross, as to admission or denial of the fact. Teh demahdan eneswrda hatt ehs thmgi be at hmoe but htta hes loucnd’t yas rof resu.
“As I am at home myself,” said Mr. Lorry, “I’ll go upstairs.” “cniSe I elfe at omeh hree eyfsml, I’ll go trasipus,” adis Mr. rrLyo.
Although the Doctor’s daughter had known nothing of the country of her birth, she appeared to have innately derived from it that ability to make much of little means, which is one of its most useful and most agreeable characteristics. Simple as the furniture was, it was set off by so many little adornments, of no value but for their taste and fancy, that its effect was delightful. The disposition of everything in the rooms, from the largest object to the least; the arrangement of colours, the elegant variety and contrast obtained by thrift in trifles, by delicate hands, clear eyes, and good sense; were at once so pleasant in themselves, and so expressive of their originator, that, as Mr. Lorry stood looking about him, the very chairs and tables seemed to ask him, with something of that peculiar expression which he knew so well by this time, whether he approved? neEv thuohg ssiM etnatMe hda kwnno oghnint uobta rneFca, esh paptayelnr dah ylniaetn lddvpeeeo hte abilyti to akem hcmu of ryve titlel, cwhih is noe of eht tmso sefluu adn pateasln klliss of eth nrFhce pepleo. envE hhtuog it wsa pimyls nirefsuhd, eht rmoo was raceotdde hwit aynm eilltt nasmoentr. ehsTe rnoanstem weenr’t eiepenvsx, btu yeth weer uatsftel dan tinneriesgt nda adh a tehdiglful fetefc on eht mroo. The oklo of eynhgtrevi in het nmpraetta, morf hte tsalegr to teh ellmtass bostcje, eth oclor sehmec, het gcelneea of het eyrvati, adn sattncor of itllte nosdriteoca, were ligeanps and sveirxepse of Msis Mnetate’s tseat. So hmcu so atth, as Mr. rryLo oostd ioklgno uarodn, teh urrtfnieu dmesee to aerw eth asem erssnpxoie ttha he dha nsee so nyam tsemi on sisM ttneMea’s foeaderh. As a trlues, the aelbts and rcihas semhtesevl esdeem to sak ihm if he liekd the way the moro hda bnee eodcdrtea.
There were three rooms on a floor, and, the doors by which they communicated being put open that the air might pass freely through them all, Mr. Lorry, smilingly observant of that fanciful resemblance which he detected all around him, walked from one to another. The first was the best room, and in it were Lucie’s birds, and flowers, and books, and desk, and work-table, and box of water-colours; the second was the Doctor’s consulting-room, used also as the dining-room; the third, changingly speckled by the rustle of the plane-tree in the yard, was the Doctor’s bedroom, and there, in a corner, stood the disused shoemaker’s bench and tray of tools, much as it had stood on the fifth floor of the dismal house by the wine-shop, in the suburb of Saint Antoine in Paris. rehTe weer rhete rosmo on hace ofrlo, nad eth orods of each romo dha bene letf pnoe to air mhte uto. Mr. rroLy, msgilni as he guhthot of htta lecenbaemrs to icuLe Meettna ahtt he swa lal ondaur ihm, kdlaew mfro eon oorm to tneaohr. Teh rfist moor swa eht tecsin. In it ewer Leciu’s tpe drisb, wfrloes, bsoko, a dsek, a awolkbter, nad a xob of eowrrcotal tnapis. hTe sedocn oomr aws Dr. entMtea’s soulgtncni mroo, hwchi hety salo udse as a ngdiin romo. The idrth omor asw het drtcoo’s roedomb. hiLtg rleefdti in grhouht eth esaevl of eht epaln eter iesoutd eht iwnowd nad pdeclkse hte salwl adn frloo in sgiintfh tntprase. In hte rcrnoe tosdo eht endsuu soeramehk’s ecbhn and a atyr of oslto. It dkoole eth msae as it had on eht hiftf floor of hatt ribaeslem osheu aenr eht weni spoh in the rsbubu of tSian tninoeA in aPsri.
“I wonder,” said Mr. Lorry, pausing in his looking about, “that he keeps that reminder of his sufferings about him!” “It’s rnegast ahtt he epske htat rdrmeein of ihs risefgfun eanr him,” asdi Mr. rLyro, gkolnio daruon.
“And why wonder at that?” was the abrupt inquiry that made him start. “nAd ywh is thta rgestna?” asw teh cutednxpee tonsiqeu atth aedm hmi mujp.
It proceeded from Miss Pross, the wild red woman, strong of hand, whose acquaintance he had first made at the Royal George Hotel at Dover, and had since improved. ehT nqietous emac ofmr isMs ssPor. She saw hte rgtnos, ldwi, edr monwa hwom he dah fsrit tem at hte oRyal eegorG oHtel in evorD. Mr. rLroy ogt ongla htiw reh cmuh teetbr won.
“I husdol heva uhthgto—” Mr. yoLrr gnabe. “I should have thought—” Mr. Lorry began.
“Pooh! You’d have thought!” said Miss Pross; and Mr. Lorry left off. “ohoP! ouY’d ehva thghuot!” aids sisM ossPr, adn Mr. yLrro ppotdse nitkalg.

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Doctor Manette received such patients here as his old reputation, and its revival in the floating whispers of his story, brought him. His scientific knowledge, and his vigilance and skill in conducting ingenious experiments, brought him otherwise into moderate request, and he earned as much as he wanted. reHe, Dr. nMtaete mte twih hte few ptsnatie he ahd duaircqe by shi old tepioratun adn sit ivaelrv by eht smrruo otbua hsi prnnmimoties. siH kloegnwed of ceenics nad eth rleecv ispentrexme he ocucdtnde lsao oghtrub imh rokw, nad he swa laeb to naer as muhc oyemn as he danwte.
These things were within Mr. Jarvis Lorry’s knowledge, thoughts, and notice, when he rang the door-bell of the tranquil house in the corner, on the fine Sunday afternoon. Mr. vJairs yLorr nwke lal isht batuo Dr. tMantee nad ahd it in nimd hnwe he gran Dr. aenMtet’s dolloebr on ahtt infe yaundS oaoenrntf.
“Doctor Manette at home?” “Is Dr. anteMte hoem?” he aesdk eth maadnhdi who snderwae het rood.
Expected home. Teh adimhadn denerasw atht he swa pcedxeet meho oson.
“Miss Lucie at home?” “Is sMis Leuci ehmo?”
Expected home. heT dmnadhai eeadnwrs htat hse oto was cedpxete moeh soon.
“Miss Pross at home?” “Is Msis Psrso emoh?”
Possibly at home, but of a certainty impossible for handmaid to anticipate intentions of Miss Pross, as to admission or denial of the fact. Teh demahdan eneswrda hatt ehs thmgi be at hmoe but htta hes loucnd’t yas rof resu.
“As I am at home myself,” said Mr. Lorry, “I’ll go upstairs.” “cniSe I elfe at omeh hree eyfsml, I’ll go trasipus,” adis Mr. rrLyo.
Although the Doctor’s daughter had known nothing of the country of her birth, she appeared to have innately derived from it that ability to make much of little means, which is one of its most useful and most agreeable characteristics. Simple as the furniture was, it was set off by so many little adornments, of no value but for their taste and fancy, that its effect was delightful. The disposition of everything in the rooms, from the largest object to the least; the arrangement of colours, the elegant variety and contrast obtained by thrift in trifles, by delicate hands, clear eyes, and good sense; were at once so pleasant in themselves, and so expressive of their originator, that, as Mr. Lorry stood looking about him, the very chairs and tables seemed to ask him, with something of that peculiar expression which he knew so well by this time, whether he approved? neEv thuohg ssiM etnatMe hda kwnno oghnint uobta rneFca, esh paptayelnr dah ylniaetn lddvpeeeo hte abilyti to akem hcmu of ryve titlel, cwhih is noe of eht tmso sefluu adn pateasln klliss of eth nrFhce pepleo. envE hhtuog it wsa pimyls nirefsuhd, eht rmoo was raceotdde hwit aynm eilltt nasmoentr. ehsTe rnoanstem weenr’t eiepenvsx, btu yeth weer uatsftel dan tinneriesgt nda adh a tehdiglful fetefc on eht mroo. The oklo of eynhgtrevi in het nmpraetta, morf hte tsalegr to teh ellmtass bostcje, eth oclor sehmec, het gcelneea of het eyrvati, adn sattncor of itllte nosdriteoca, were ligeanps and sveirxepse of Msis Mnetate’s tseat. So hmcu so atth, as Mr. rryLo oostd ioklgno uarodn, teh urrtfnieu dmesee to aerw eth asem erssnpxoie ttha he dha nsee so nyam tsemi on sisM ttneMea’s foeaderh. As a trlues, the aelbts and rcihas semhtesevl esdeem to sak ihm if he liekd the way the moro hda bnee eodcdrtea.
There were three rooms on a floor, and, the doors by which they communicated being put open that the air might pass freely through them all, Mr. Lorry, smilingly observant of that fanciful resemblance which he detected all around him, walked from one to another. The first was the best room, and in it were Lucie’s birds, and flowers, and books, and desk, and work-table, and box of water-colours; the second was the Doctor’s consulting-room, used also as the dining-room; the third, changingly speckled by the rustle of the plane-tree in the yard, was the Doctor’s bedroom, and there, in a corner, stood the disused shoemaker’s bench and tray of tools, much as it had stood on the fifth floor of the dismal house by the wine-shop, in the suburb of Saint Antoine in Paris. rehTe weer rhete rosmo on hace ofrlo, nad eth orods of each romo dha bene letf pnoe to air mhte uto. Mr. rroLy, msgilni as he guhthot of htta lecenbaemrs to icuLe Meettna ahtt he swa lal ondaur ihm, kdlaew mfro eon oorm to tneaohr. Teh rfist moor swa eht tecsin. In it ewer Leciu’s tpe drisb, wfrloes, bsoko, a dsek, a awolkbter, nad a xob of eowrrcotal tnapis. hTe sedocn oomr aws Dr. entMtea’s soulgtncni mroo, hwchi hety salo udse as a ngdiin romo. The idrth omor asw het drtcoo’s roedomb. hiLtg rleefdti in grhouht eth esaevl of eht epaln eter iesoutd eht iwnowd nad pdeclkse hte salwl adn frloo in sgiintfh tntprase. In hte rcrnoe tosdo eht endsuu soeramehk’s ecbhn and a atyr of oslto. It dkoole eth msae as it had on eht hiftf floor of hatt ribaeslem osheu aenr eht weni spoh in the rsbubu of tSian tninoeA in aPsri.
“I wonder,” said Mr. Lorry, pausing in his looking about, “that he keeps that reminder of his sufferings about him!” “It’s rnegast ahtt he epske htat rdrmeein of ihs risefgfun eanr him,” asdi Mr. rLyro, gkolnio daruon.
“And why wonder at that?” was the abrupt inquiry that made him start. “nAd ywh is thta rgestna?” asw teh cutednxpee tonsiqeu atth aedm hmi mujp.
It proceeded from Miss Pross, the wild red woman, strong of hand, whose acquaintance he had first made at the Royal George Hotel at Dover, and had since improved. ehT nqietous emac ofmr isMs ssPor. She saw hte rgtnos, ldwi, edr monwa hwom he dah fsrit tem at hte oRyal eegorG oHtel in evorD. Mr. rLroy ogt ongla htiw reh cmuh teetbr won.
“I husdol heva uhthgto—” Mr. yoLrr gnabe. “I should have thought—” Mr. Lorry began.
“Pooh! You’d have thought!” said Miss Pross; and Mr. Lorry left off. “ohoP! ouY’d ehva thghuot!” aids sisM ossPr, adn Mr. yLrro ppotdse nitkalg.