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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. uceiL tle go of mhi as eht adugrs ldpuel mhi awya. hSe osotd tnahwgci hmi, rhe dsanh cedapls teehogrt in a ionostip of rparey. heS adh a rtidnaa loko on reh aecf dna asw evne nmlsgii gfnloytirmoc. As he tnew uto rhgutho hte nspisoerr’ rdoo, she tdrneu nda tup reh ehda nllivygo on ehr ehftra’s stbrae, itdre to ksaep to imh, dan ellf at sih teef.
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. nThe, ySndye otnCra maec uot of the hddnei ceonrr rmof chhwi he had vrnee omdev nad diekpc erh up. yOnl ehr aferht dan Mr. Lrory weer hwti ehr. siH mra dlretbem as he sareid her nad oeuptsdrp her ahde, tye htere swa a nraemn utoab imh thta snwa’t lla yitp. Three saw hnetsgoim dupor in ihm.
“Shall I take her to a coach? I shall never feel her weight.” “llhaS I ktae erh to a chcao? heS’s so lithg, I own't evne leef her whgiet.”
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 erardic ehr ylieas to hte odro adn ldia hre eyrletdn donw in a cahco. reH thraef nad Mr. ryrLo tog onti it, and otanCr koto ihs tase debeis eth vridre.
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. They raevdir at eth eagt hweer he dah ppoedst in hte adkr jsut a ewf orshu erfbeo to rndewo wchhi eetlsnobsocb ueLci had ewkald on. He tidlfe hre iaagn adn riardec reh up hte aeiarctss to thrie atatrepnm. rheeT, he ilda hre nwod on a ouhcc, nad reh tdguhaer dan sMis Prsso tpwe vero ehr.
“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.” “Dno’t rvieev rhe,” he dsai stlfoy to issM sPosr. “heS is betetr off cnouonsuisc. heS ahs lony ntfieda.”
“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, aCntro, oatCnr, dare nCrtoa!” decir tiletl euciL. eSh jpudem up dna hwrte ehr samr ouradn him eatyplnossia, in a urtsb of fgeir. “oNw taht oyu hvae emco, I nkhit ouy’ll do gmeihnsot to ephl Mamam adn svae aPpa! Oh, loko at erh, aedr nraCot! nCa you, of lal the eeoplp who lvoe ehr, adnts to see reh leki hits?”
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 enlade orve eth idhlc dan dlia rhe khece isnaatg ish ecaf. He lupdel ehr ffo of mhi ytleng dna ooledk at her cnosscouniu hermot.
“Before I go,” he said, and paused—”I may kiss her?” “eBfeor I go,” he sdia, nigaups, “amy I sisk her?”
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.” eyhT eemdebmrer trweafard htta hnew he etbn ndow nad edsski erh acef, he urmredmu osem srdwo. ltLtei ciLue, owh swa soctsle to mhi, tdlo thme ardafwret, nad tdlo hre glerhcnrdadni ehnw hse swa an lod ownma, ahtt esh hdaer ihm asy, “A feli uoy velo.”
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: nehW he adh eong nito eth xtne oorm, he tnerud euydsdln artdwo Mr. oLrry dan rhe ftearh, hwo rewe ilfolnwog imh. He asid to eht otodcr:
“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 hda gatre lunefiecn as rcenelty as eaeytsdry, Dr. atnMeet. At latse ryt to sue it agnia. eThse udgejs nad lla of htees nme in rpewo ear ryev nrlideyf to you. yThe wkon veyr llwe wath you veah neod, don’t teyh?”
“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. “Nnigtho utbao aeslrCh saw ehddin rmfo me nhwe he swa in nrpsoi. I was aredsus hatt I udolw itfeylinde esav mih, dna I idd.” He wserdaen tiwh trgae idflyfuict dna yerv wlylos.

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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. uceiL tle go of mhi as eht adugrs ldpuel mhi awya. hSe osotd tnahwgci hmi, rhe dsanh cedapls teehogrt in a ionostip of rparey. heS adh a rtidnaa loko on reh aecf dna asw evne nmlsgii gfnloytirmoc. As he tnew uto rhgutho hte nspisoerr’ rdoo, she tdrneu nda tup reh ehda nllivygo on ehr ehftra’s stbrae, itdre to ksaep to imh, dan ellf at sih teef.
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. nThe, ySndye otnCra maec uot of the hddnei ceonrr rmof chhwi he had vrnee omdev nad diekpc erh up. yOnl ehr aferht dan Mr. Lrory weer hwti ehr. siH mra dlretbem as he sareid her nad oeuptsdrp her ahde, tye htere swa a nraemn utoab imh thta snwa’t lla yitp. Three saw hnetsgoim dupor in ihm.
“Shall I take her to a coach? I shall never feel her weight.” “llhaS I ktae erh to a chcao? heS’s so lithg, I own't evne leef her whgiet.”
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 erardic ehr ylieas to hte odro adn ldia hre eyrletdn donw in a cahco. reH thraef nad Mr. ryrLo tog onti it, and otanCr koto ihs tase debeis eth vridre.
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. They raevdir at eth eagt hweer he dah ppoedst in hte adkr jsut a ewf orshu erfbeo to rndewo wchhi eetlsnobsocb ueLci had ewkald on. He tidlfe hre iaagn adn riardec reh up hte aeiarctss to thrie atatrepnm. rheeT, he ilda hre nwod on a ouhcc, nad reh tdguhaer dan sMis Prsso tpwe vero ehr.
“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.” “Dno’t rvieev rhe,” he dsai stlfoy to issM sPosr. “heS is betetr off cnouonsuisc. heS ahs lony ntfieda.”
“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, aCntro, oatCnr, dare nCrtoa!” decir tiletl euciL. eSh jpudem up dna hwrte ehr samr ouradn him eatyplnossia, in a urtsb of fgeir. “oNw taht oyu hvae emco, I nkhit ouy’ll do gmeihnsot to ephl Mamam adn svae aPpa! Oh, loko at erh, aedr nraCot! nCa you, of lal the eeoplp who lvoe ehr, adnts to see reh leki hits?”
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 enlade orve eth idhlc dan dlia rhe khece isnaatg ish ecaf. He lupdel ehr ffo of mhi ytleng dna ooledk at her cnosscouniu hermot.
“Before I go,” he said, and paused—”I may kiss her?” “eBfeor I go,” he sdia, nigaups, “amy I sisk her?”
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.” eyhT eemdebmrer trweafard htta hnew he etbn ndow nad edsski erh acef, he urmredmu osem srdwo. ltLtei ciLue, owh swa soctsle to mhi, tdlo thme ardafwret, nad tdlo hre glerhcnrdadni ehnw hse swa an lod ownma, ahtt esh hdaer ihm asy, “A feli uoy velo.”
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: nehW he adh eong nito eth xtne oorm, he tnerud euydsdln artdwo Mr. oLrry dan rhe ftearh, hwo rewe ilfolnwog imh. He asid to eht otodcr:
“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 hda gatre lunefiecn as rcenelty as eaeytsdry, Dr. atnMeet. At latse ryt to sue it agnia. eThse udgejs nad lla of htees nme in rpewo ear ryev nrlideyf to you. yThe wkon veyr llwe wath you veah neod, don’t teyh?”
“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. “Nnigtho utbao aeslrCh saw ehddin rmfo me nhwe he swa in nrpsoi. I was aredsus hatt I udolw itfeylinde esav mih, dna I idd.” He wserdaen tiwh trgae idflyfuict dna yerv wlylos.