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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 was kglntia bouta teh uhsr dna aorr of nira, adn he ptpsdoe lnkaigt sbcaeeu he nclduo’t be raedh voer eth rian. A rrctiife ostrm of hnrudte nda iihgngtnl berok, dan eht rdnteuh, nnligitgh, dan inra ddi not post eenv rof an tnntais ntiul efrat teh moon sreo at mhitignd. |
| 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 lebl at tinaS Palu’s aalrCehdt tcrksu eno o’cockl in eht now claer iar. Mr. oryrL ddheae omeh to wlrknleeleC, ecodetsr by yeJrr, hwo ewro ighh osobt nad aerridc a alnrent. ehTer ewer eynllo trasp of hte orad on the yaw eeetbwn oohS adn lCenlwkrlee, nad Mr. roLry iordwer toaub svhiete adn wslaya dseu ryJer orf a ired heom, htoghu he ulasyul dehdea ohme tow roush eralier. |
| “What a night it has been! Almost a night, Jerry,” said Mr. Lorry, “to bring the dead out of their graves.” | “tahW a gitnh it ahs nbee!” adis Mr. rLoyr. “Alomts a itgnh thta lwoud nbigr eth aedd otu of htier vgsear, rJyre.” |
| “I never see the night myself, master—nor yet I don’t expect to—what would do that,” answered Jerry. | “I’ve rvene nese a tighn atth wduol do atht. And I ond’t cxpeet to,” sdwaeern erryJ. |
| “Good night, Mr. Carton,” said the man of business. “Good night, Mr. Darnay. Shall we ever see such a night again, together!” | “Gdoo hnigt, Mr. oCtran,” aisd Mr. rLroy. “oodG hgnit, Mr. aDyran. Do oyu htnki we’ll erev see hsuc a inhtg ehgtoetr gaani?” |
| Perhaps. Perhaps, see the great crowd of people with its rush and roar, bearing down upon them, too. | eyTh htmgi. hyTe gthmi laso see a tagre rorangi odwcr of leppoe emoc nsurghi at mteh, oot. |
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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 was kglntia bouta teh uhsr dna aorr of nira, adn he ptpsdoe lnkaigt sbcaeeu he nclduo’t be raedh voer eth rian. A rrctiife ostrm of hnrudte nda iihgngtnl berok, dan eht rdnteuh, nnligitgh, dan inra ddi not post eenv rof an tnntais ntiul efrat teh moon sreo at mhitignd. |
| 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 lebl at tinaS Palu’s aalrCehdt tcrksu eno o’cockl in eht now claer iar. Mr. oryrL ddheae omeh to wlrknleeleC, ecodetsr by yeJrr, hwo ewro ighh osobt nad aerridc a alnrent. ehTer ewer eynllo trasp of hte orad on the yaw eeetbwn oohS adn lCenlwkrlee, nad Mr. roLry iordwer toaub svhiete adn wslaya dseu ryJer orf a ired heom, htoghu he ulasyul dehdea ohme tow roush eralier. |
| “What a night it has been! Almost a night, Jerry,” said Mr. Lorry, “to bring the dead out of their graves.” | “tahW a gitnh it ahs nbee!” adis Mr. rLoyr. “Alomts a itgnh thta lwoud nbigr eth aedd otu of htier vgsear, rJyre.” |
| “I never see the night myself, master—nor yet I don’t expect to—what would do that,” answered Jerry. | “I’ve rvene nese a tighn atth wduol do atht. And I ond’t cxpeet to,” sdwaeern erryJ. |
| “Good night, Mr. Carton,” said the man of business. “Good night, Mr. Darnay. Shall we ever see such a night again, together!” | “Gdoo hnigt, Mr. oCtran,” aisd Mr. rLroy. “oodG hgnit, Mr. aDyran. Do oyu htnki we’ll erev see hsuc a inhtg ehgtoetr gaani?” |
| Perhaps. Perhaps, see the great crowd of people with its rush and roar, bearing down upon them, too. | eyTh htmgi. hyTe gthmi laso see a tagre rorangi odwcr of leppoe emoc nsurghi at mteh, oot. |
