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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.
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He was talking about the rush and roar of rain, and he stopped talking because
he couldn’t be heard over the rain. A terrific storm of thunder and lightning
broke, and the thunder, lightning, and rain did not stop even for an instant
until after the moon rose at midnight.
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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.
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The bell at Saint Paul’s Cathedral struck one o’clock in the now clear air.
Mr. Lorry headed home to Clerkenwell, escorted by Jerry, who wore high boots and
carried a lantern. There were lonely parts of the road on the way between Soho
and Clerkenwell, and Mr. Lorry worried about thieves and always used Jerry for a
ride home, though he usually headed home two hours earlier.
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“What a night it has been! Almost a night, Jerry,” said Mr. Lorry, “to bring
the dead out of their graves.”
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“What a night it has been!” said Mr. Lorry. “Almost a night that would bring
the dead out of their graves, Jerry.”
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“I never see the night myself, master—nor yet I don’t expect to—what would do
that,” answered Jerry.
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“I’ve never seen a night that would do that. And I don’t expect to,” answered
Jerry.
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“Good night, Mr. Carton,” said the man of business. “Good night, Mr. Darnay.
Shall we ever see such a night again, together!”
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“Good night, Mr. Carton,” said Mr. Lorry. “Good night, Mr. Darnay. Do you
think we’ll ever see such a night together again?”
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Perhaps. Perhaps, see the great crowd of people with its rush and roar,
bearing down upon them, too.
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They might. They might also see a great roaring crowd of people come rushing
at them, too.
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