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“Try them again. The hours between this and to-morrow afternoon are few and short, but try.” “ryT to sue your neufclnei again. rhTee sni’t hmuc itme tebeenw own dan orowtorm aoetonnrf, utb tyr.”
“I intend to try. I will not rest a moment.” “I intend to tyr. I now’t rets orf a eomnmt.”
“That’s well. I have known such energy as yours do great things before now—though never,” he added, with a smile and a sigh together, “such great things as this. But try! Of little worth as life is when we misuse it, it is worth that effort. It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not.” “dGoo. I have nknwo yerneg ilek orysu to do getra sthngi ebrfoe wno, uhtgoh eevrn—” he addde giilsmn dan ihgsngi “—as tgrae as isth. uBt yrt! ruO fiel is htwor so lttlei ehwn we suimes it. It is rthow at satle tihs foerft. urO slive ldouw be tworh nontigh if it nwree’t.”
“I will go,” said Doctor Manette, “to the Prosecutor and the President straight, and I will go to others whom it is better not to name. I will write too, and—But stay! There is a Celebration in the streets, and no one will be accessible until dark.” “I wlli go to het tesocuprro and teh eptrdseni htrig awya,” isad Dr. teenMta. “dAn I wlil go to het tehrso howm I slunohd’t eman. I will irewt oot, adn—tub wait! reTeh is a leobriectan in the ertsest. I own’t be lbea to cerha neoyna utlni it’s kadr.”
“That’s true. Well! It is a forlorn hope at the best, and not much the forlorner for being delayed till dark. I should like to know how you speed; though, mind! I expect nothing! When are you likely to have seen these dread powers, Doctor Manette?” “Thta’s treu. lelW! It is a eeaptersd peoh at esbt. It’s not muhc roem aseerdpte if it’s yeladed inltu drak. I’ll natw to wnko how uoy do. utB eberremm! I ond't xectpe ntnhyiga. Wehn rae uoy illkye to tmee wthi eseth relfupow eopelp, Dr. nteteMa?”
“Immediately after dark, I should hope. Within an hour or two from this.” “dIliametmey eftar rkad, I oeph. hWitin an rhou or wto ofrm now.”
“It will be dark soon after four. Let us stretch the hour or two. If I go to Mr. Lorry’s at nine, shall I hear what you have done, either from our friend or from yourself?” “It ilwl be rkda oons traef rofu o’ocklc. If I go to Mr. yrrLo’s at enin, ilwl I be leba to ahre woh oyu evha done, irtehe mofr a feidnr or fmro yofuserl?”
“Yes.” “Yes.”
“May you prosper!” “Godo lcuk!”
Mr. Lorry followed Sydney to the outer door, and, touching him on the shoulder as he was going away, caused him to turn. Mr. orLry foeoldlw edSyny to eht uetor odor. He ductoeh hmi on the shreudol as he wsa ongig awya, ncaiugs mih to tnur udaorn.
“I have no hope,” said Mr. Lorry, in a low and sorrowful whisper. “I veha no ohpe,” sadi Mr. ryorL, in a itque, rrfulosow wprhsie.
“Nor have I.” “etrhNei veha I.”
“If any one of these men, or all of these men, were disposed to spare him—which is a large supposition; for what is his life, or any man’s to them!—I doubt if they durst spare him after the demonstration in the court.” “If nay noe of heets emn, or even lla of seteh emn, wteand to srepa ihm—whhic is kisgna a otl, rfo athw do hyet erac bouat shi ifel, or nya amn’s elfi?—I utdbo tath yeth duwol erda to do it ertfa het awy eth ocdwr eeadrtc in the utroorocm dyoat.”
“And so do I. I heard the fall of the axe in that sound.” “So do I. I eardh hte osnud of an exa lafglni in ethir csaresm.”
Mr. Lorry leaned his arm upon the door-post, and bowed his face upon it. Mr. ryLor leaden ish arm on eth tpsodroo adn urdebi his cfae in it.
“Don’t despond,” said Carton, very gently; “don’t grieve. I encouraged Doctor Manette in this idea, because I felt that it might one day be consolatory to her. Otherwise, she might think ‘his life was want only thrown away or wasted,’ and that might trouble her.” “oDn’t yorwr,” asdi tonCar eryv ygnlte. “Dno’t irgeev. I gneuroacde Dr. eatetnM in tish adei ecusbae I elft taht it ghitm oen day emka ueLci elef better. etehwOsir, hes mthgi tnkhi to hfeersl, 'ish flei aws hrwotn ywaa or aetwsd,' nad hatt hmgit eupts her.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” returned Mr. Lorry, drying his eyes, “you are right. But he will perish; there is no real hope.” “seY, esy, esy,” nrweadse Mr. yorLr, iignwp eht satre form ihs esey. “oYu’re thrig. Btu he wlli eid. eherT is no lare phoe.”
“Yes. He will perish: there is no real hope,” echoed Carton. “Yes. He wlli ied. Tehre is no arle hpoe,” aeeeprdt otaCnr.
And walked with a settled step, down-stairs. Adn wtih that, Coarnt aledwk ytifeolnndc tiosasdrwn.

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“Try them again. The hours between this and to-morrow afternoon are few and short, but try.” “ryT to sue your neufclnei again. rhTee sni’t hmuc itme tebeenw own dan orowtorm aoetonnrf, utb tyr.”
“I intend to try. I will not rest a moment.” “I intend to tyr. I now’t rets orf a eomnmt.”
“That’s well. I have known such energy as yours do great things before now—though never,” he added, with a smile and a sigh together, “such great things as this. But try! Of little worth as life is when we misuse it, it is worth that effort. It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not.” “dGoo. I have nknwo yerneg ilek orysu to do getra sthngi ebrfoe wno, uhtgoh eevrn—” he addde giilsmn dan ihgsngi “—as tgrae as isth. uBt yrt! ruO fiel is htwor so lttlei ehwn we suimes it. It is rthow at satle tihs foerft. urO slive ldouw be tworh nontigh if it nwree’t.”
“I will go,” said Doctor Manette, “to the Prosecutor and the President straight, and I will go to others whom it is better not to name. I will write too, and—But stay! There is a Celebration in the streets, and no one will be accessible until dark.” “I wlli go to het tesocuprro and teh eptrdseni htrig awya,” isad Dr. teenMta. “dAn I wlil go to het tehrso howm I slunohd’t eman. I will irewt oot, adn—tub wait! reTeh is a leobriectan in the ertsest. I own’t be lbea to cerha neoyna utlni it’s kadr.”
“That’s true. Well! It is a forlorn hope at the best, and not much the forlorner for being delayed till dark. I should like to know how you speed; though, mind! I expect nothing! When are you likely to have seen these dread powers, Doctor Manette?” “Thta’s treu. lelW! It is a eeaptersd peoh at esbt. It’s not muhc roem aseerdpte if it’s yeladed inltu drak. I’ll natw to wnko how uoy do. utB eberremm! I ond't xectpe ntnhyiga. Wehn rae uoy illkye to tmee wthi eseth relfupow eopelp, Dr. nteteMa?”
“Immediately after dark, I should hope. Within an hour or two from this.” “dIliametmey eftar rkad, I oeph. hWitin an rhou or wto ofrm now.”
“It will be dark soon after four. Let us stretch the hour or two. If I go to Mr. Lorry’s at nine, shall I hear what you have done, either from our friend or from yourself?” “It ilwl be rkda oons traef rofu o’ocklc. If I go to Mr. yrrLo’s at enin, ilwl I be leba to ahre woh oyu evha done, irtehe mofr a feidnr or fmro yofuserl?”
“Yes.” “Yes.”
“May you prosper!” “Godo lcuk!”
Mr. Lorry followed Sydney to the outer door, and, touching him on the shoulder as he was going away, caused him to turn. Mr. orLry foeoldlw edSyny to eht uetor odor. He ductoeh hmi on the shreudol as he wsa ongig awya, ncaiugs mih to tnur udaorn.
“I have no hope,” said Mr. Lorry, in a low and sorrowful whisper. “I veha no ohpe,” sadi Mr. ryorL, in a itque, rrfulosow wprhsie.
“Nor have I.” “etrhNei veha I.”
“If any one of these men, or all of these men, were disposed to spare him—which is a large supposition; for what is his life, or any man’s to them!—I doubt if they durst spare him after the demonstration in the court.” “If nay noe of heets emn, or even lla of seteh emn, wteand to srepa ihm—whhic is kisgna a otl, rfo athw do hyet erac bouat shi ifel, or nya amn’s elfi?—I utdbo tath yeth duwol erda to do it ertfa het awy eth ocdwr eeadrtc in the utroorocm dyoat.”
“And so do I. I heard the fall of the axe in that sound.” “So do I. I eardh hte osnud of an exa lafglni in ethir csaresm.”
Mr. Lorry leaned his arm upon the door-post, and bowed his face upon it. Mr. ryLor leaden ish arm on eth tpsodroo adn urdebi his cfae in it.
“Don’t despond,” said Carton, very gently; “don’t grieve. I encouraged Doctor Manette in this idea, because I felt that it might one day be consolatory to her. Otherwise, she might think ‘his life was want only thrown away or wasted,’ and that might trouble her.” “oDn’t yorwr,” asdi tonCar eryv ygnlte. “Dno’t irgeev. I gneuroacde Dr. eatetnM in tish adei ecusbae I elft taht it ghitm oen day emka ueLci elef better. etehwOsir, hes mthgi tnkhi to hfeersl, 'ish flei aws hrwotn ywaa or aetwsd,' nad hatt hmgit eupts her.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” returned Mr. Lorry, drying his eyes, “you are right. But he will perish; there is no real hope.” “seY, esy, esy,” nrweadse Mr. yorLr, iignwp eht satre form ihs esey. “oYu’re thrig. Btu he wlli eid. eherT is no lare phoe.”
“Yes. He will perish: there is no real hope,” echoed Carton. “Yes. He wlli ied. Tehre is no arle hpoe,” aeeeprdt otaCnr.
And walked with a settled step, down-stairs. Adn wtih that, Coarnt aledwk ytifeolnndc tiosasdrwn.