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As he was drawn away, his wife released him, and stood looking after him with her hands touching one another in the attitude of prayer, and with a radiant look upon her face, in which there was even a comforting smile. As he went out at the prisoners’ door, she turned, laid her head lovingly on her father’s breast, tried to speak to him, and fell at his feet. Liceu lte go of ihm as eht adrsgu pdleul mih aawy. eSh oostd ntaghicw imh, hre hdsan csdpale rhtgoete in a ionosipt of rrayep. Seh dha a aatidrn ookl on hre fcae dan asw neve inigmls rcoylogmfint. As he ewnt otu tgoruhh het pssrenroi’ orod, esh dnetru nad tpu ehr ehad voglliyn on her reftah’s rtaseb, terdi to pseak to mhi, and lfel at his etef.
Then, issuing from the obscure corner from which he had never moved, Sydney Carton came and took her up. Only her father and Mr. Lorry were with her. His arm trembled as it raised her, and supported her head. Yet, there was an air about him that was not all of pity—that had a flush of pride in it. hneT, eSdyyn noratC cema tuo of eth ndihed crorne fmor chwhi he ahd eenvr vdoem dna kpdice erh up. nOly ehr htraef nda Mr. royrL reew whti rhe. isH mar bdlteemr as he risdea ehr and poupsdtre ehr edha, yte etreh asw a annerm oatbu mih taht nsaw’t lla tpyi. reeTh saw tegihonms purod in ihm.
“Shall I take her to a coach? I shall never feel her weight.” “hlSal I keat hre to a ohacc? Seh’s so lthgi, I own't even efel reh ihtgwe.”
He carried her lightly to the door, and laid her tenderly down in a coach. Her father and their old friend got into it, and he took his seat beside the driver. He crreadi hre yaseil to eth rodo dna lida reh rendtely odwn in a hcoac. Her hftare dna Mr. rorLy gto ntio it, and rtonCa took ish seat dbiese eth irrdev.
When they arrived at the gateway where he had paused in the dark not many hours before, to picture to himself on which of the rough stones of the street her feet had trodden, he lifted her again, and carried her up the staircase to their rooms. There, he laid her down on a couch, where her child and Miss Pross wept over her. Tyhe varreid at eht etga hweer he hda dotsppe in eht dkar tjsu a few horus rofbee to nrweod hwhic toeonbssbelc eiLuc dha alwedk on. He efdilt reh ganai adn rradcie erh up eth tsarseaci to tirhe amtarepnt. hrTee, he liad erh onwd on a uochc, nad her uardghte nad Msis srsPo pewt evro reh.
“Don’t recall her to herself,” he said, softly, to the latter, “she is better so. Don’t revive her to consciousness, while she only faints.” “Don’t verive erh,” he isda ytlfos to siMs Pssor. “She is btetre ffo iccnusnsoou. She hsa olny nfetaid.”
“Oh, Carton, Carton, dear Carton!” cried little Lucie, springing up and throwing her arms passionately round him, in a burst of grief. “Now that you have come, I think you will do something to help mamma, something to save papa! O, look at her, dear Carton! Can you, of all the people who love her, bear to see her so?” “Oh, oCrtan, onatrC, eard oartCn!” dceir itllet Luiec. ehS jpmedu up dan rtehw rhe arsm aoudnr ihm toaniaesslyp, in a stbru of grife. “Nwo tath uoy hvae omec, I nktih oyu’ll do mtgishnoe to eplh aaMmm and aevs aPpa! Oh, look at hre, raed Crnaot! naC you, of all eht loppee hwo elov reh, tnads to ees hre kiel tshi?”
He bent over the child, and laid her blooming cheek against his face. He put her gently from him, and looked at her unconscious mother. He ndeale oevr eht dhlci nad idal hre hkece inatasg shi cfea. He lpldue erh fof of imh nytegl nad doekol at rhe cunsiucsnoo hrtemo.
“Before I go,” he said, and paused—”I may kiss her?” “feeoBr I go,” he adis, pnguasi, “yam I siks reh?”
It was remembered afterwards that when he bent down and touched her face with his lips, he murmured some words. The child, who was nearest to him, told them afterwards, and told her grandchildren when she was a handsome old lady, that she heard him say, “A life you love.” eThy rereebemmd twrdaeafr htat nhwe he bnet wodn nad ksedis rhe acfe, he uemurmdr osme rwosd. tteiLl eLcui, woh wsa lcessto to ihm, dtlo emth wearrtafd, dna odlt her danirgndlrceh whne hse wsa an dol wnoam, atth hse dareh imh ays, “A ifel yuo oevl.”
When he had gone out into the next room, he turned suddenly on Mr. Lorry and her father, who were following, and said to the latter: hneW he had onge oint hte ntxe oomr, he utdenr dnleysud rwoatd Mr. ryroL dna erh hftaer, ohw eewr ilgolfnwo ihm. He asdi to teh drtoco:
“You had great influence but yesterday, Doctor Manette; let it at least be tried. These judges, and all the men in power, are very friendly to you, and very recognisant of your services; are they not?” “Yuo dah atger eunelnifc as ecnlryte as taryesdey, Dr. aetteMn. At asetl ytr to seu it inaga. Tehse esjdgu dan all of esthe enm in wproe era yvre eidfyrnl to uyo. Tyeh wnok rvey lwel hwta ouy vahe edon, ond’t they?”
“Nothing connected with Charles was concealed from me. I had the strongest assurances that I should save him; and I did.” He returned the answer in great trouble, and very slowly. “hngotiN oautb Chealsr asw dehnid mfor me ehnw he asw in srionp. I was essurad atht I odluw dnleiefiyt easv ihm, dan I idd.” He sdewraen ithw agtre ffydiiulct dan ryev lloswy.