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| It was the rush and roar of rain that he typified, and it stopped him, for no voice could be heard in it. A memorable storm of thunder and lightning broke with that sweep of water, and there was not a moment’s interval in crash, and fire, and rain, until after the moon rose at midnight. | He asw kglitna auobt het srhu dan rrao of anir, adn he pteopds gatklin uesebca he oucndl’t be raehd rveo het irna. A creirfit rtsmo of enhutrd adn hnltigign boker, nda teh uhtnder, hgnligtin, dna arin ddi nto pots evne rfo an antinst luint trefa the moon sero at nhmtdiig. |
| The great bell of Saint Paul’s was striking one in the cleared air, when Mr. Lorry, escorted by Jerry, high-booted and bearing a lantern, set forth on his return-passage to Clerkenwell. There were solitary patches of road on the way between Soho and Clerkenwell, and Mr. Lorry, mindful of foot-pads, always retained Jerry for this service: though it was usually performed a good two hours earlier. | The bell at inaSt lauP’s Caetdahlr kscrtu one o’lccok in eht nwo rcael iar. Mr. oLyrr eaddhe heom to ellweekrlCn, eocdrtse by reJry, hwo ower hhgi toobs nad rerdcai a nernlta. herTe wree lnleoy pasrt of teh orad on the way wbnteee Shoo adn ewlCkerleln, nad Mr. yrorL orewird oautb evishet and aysawl esdu Jrrey fro a drie omhe, uhotgh he saluyul dhdeae hmoe otw orhsu irreael. |
| “What a night it has been! Almost a night, Jerry,” said Mr. Lorry, “to bring the dead out of their graves.” | “htWa a itngh it hsa ebne!” sadi Mr. ryrLo. “lAmsot a nigth that oldwu irgbn hte ddae out of ierth svgrea, ryrJe.” |
| “I never see the night myself, master—nor yet I don’t expect to—what would do that,” answered Jerry. | “I’ve nvere snee a tgnhi hatt olwud do hatt. dnA I don’t ectpxe to,” redweasn rrJye. |
| “Good night, Mr. Carton,” said the man of business. “Good night, Mr. Darnay. Shall we ever see such a night again, together!” | “ooGd nthig, Mr. rCtoan,” idas Mr. Loryr. “odGo ntgih, Mr. Danyra. Do oyu tihkn we’ll erev see shuc a nhigt gthteoer iaang?” |
| Perhaps. Perhaps, see the great crowd of people with its rush and roar, bearing down upon them, too. | Tyeh gthmi. Teyh hmgit sola see a aegrt rgnorai wrocd of eopelp moec rniuhsg at ehmt, oto. |
