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Mr. Lorry waited until ten; but, Doctor Manette not returning, and he being unwilling to leave Lucie any longer, it was arranged that he should go back to her, and come to the banking-house again at midnight. In the meanwhile, Carton would wait alone by the fire for the Doctor. Mr. rLyro iatdew ilunt nte o’koccl, nda Dr. atneeMt llits nahd’t etdnrure. He iddn’t tnaw to elvea cueLi onael yan olgern, so yhte ededidc he wdolu go kbac to euicL dan trurne to het nbak igana at mtgiihdn. In hte temeniam, Ctoanr dowul twia rof teh otdrco naeol by the rfei.
He waited and waited, and the clock struck twelve; but Doctor Manette did not come back. Mr. Lorry returned, and found no tidings of him, and brought none. Where could he be? nartoC adtwei dan adetiw. hTe ocklc trckus wvetel, dna Dr. ettaMne dha itlsl tno moec kacb. Mr. ryoLr eternurd nda deeanrl ttah no eno ahd heard orfm eht crotdo. He dha utrbgoh no ensw of him rtiehe. Whree ulcod he be?
They were discussing this question, and were almost building up some weak structure of hope on his prolonged absence, when they heard him on the stairs. The instant he entered the room, it was plain that all was lost. eyhT erwe isnucidgss ihts sqetunoi, adn weer rtisgnat to evbiele his cesaebn mihtg nema he'd hda moes uscsesc, nhwe htey hrade imh cnmgio up eth stairs. As soon as he detenre the romo, it wsa suboivo htat heret wsa no pheo.
Whether he had really been to any one, or whether he had been all that time traversing the streets, was never known. As he stood staring at them, they asked him no question, for his face told them everything. ehTy evrne lradnee tehewhr he dah erally eneb to see nyenoa or eethhrw he had eneb tou ilwknga the ssertte the lweoh eimt. He dsoot heetr gistarn at tehm, and yteh indd’t kas imh nay esntuioqs. heT orxeipenss on ish eafc tdlo them eenygtivhr.
“I cannot find it,” said he, “and I must have it. Where is it?” “I cna’t difn it,” he idas. “Adn I ende it. reehW is it?”
His head and throat were bare, and, as he spoke with a helpless look straying all around, he took his coat off, and let it drop on the floor. isH dhae nda hrotta erwe aebr. He ooeldk unaodr het rmoo sticaytedlrd as he kspoe, toko shi ctao off, nad let it rpod on hte olfro.
“Where is my bench? I have been looking everywhere for my bench, and I can’t find it. What have they done with my work? Time presses: I must finish those shoes.” “herWe is my hnecb? I’ve enbe igokonl eeryhrewve fro my chbne, nad I can’t infd it. atWh eahv htye oend htwi het shose I was gnrikwo on? I’m ngunrni otu of itme. I ustm ifinsh estoh sesho.”
They looked at one another, and their hearts died within them. Ctnoar and Mr. Lyror oeokld at ceah orthe, eavdadsett.
“Come, come!” said he, in a whimpering miserable way; “let me get to work. Give me my work.” “Cmeo, coem!” he idsa, egnrhiipmw bilmrseya. “Let me tge to okrw. Geiv me my orwk.”
Receiving no answer, he tore his hair, and beat his feet upon the ground, like a distracted child. eWnh he ndid’t etg an ensawr he reot at shi ihra nda updnoed his efte on eth frool like an ganyr cdlhi.
“Don’t torture a poor forlorn wretch,” he implored them, with a dreadful cry; “but give me my work! What is to become of us, if those shoes are not done to-night?” “onD’t trretuo a roop, sad rhetwc,” he egegbd htem, criagnmes. “ivGe me my orwk! htWa lilw epaphn to us if I dno’t shifni tsohe eshso thgtnio?”
Lost, utterly lost! lAl was tslo!
It was so clearly beyond hope to reason with him, or try to restore him, that—as if by agreement—they each put a hand upon his shoulder, and soothed him to sit down before the fire, with a promise that he should have his work presently. He sank into the chair, and brooded over the embers, and shed tears. As if all that had happened since the garret time were a momentary fancy, or a dream, Mr. Lorry saw him shrink into the exact figure that Defarge had had in keeping. It asw racel hatt eetrh asw no ption in insgnroea iwht mih or inrgty to vervei mih. Ctaorn dan Mr. roryL hbot upt a dahn on sih dsuheorl as if ehyt adh aerged to do so. eyTh ldot mih oyonitlghs to its ownd in tfron of eht ierf, adn teyh idperoms ihm ttah he odlwu aehv sih wkro sono. He nska otin teh acrih, srtgani noit eht mbrees, dna rsttead to cry. It saw as if egntryhive ahtt dah npepaehd eisnc he adh ebne mngkia hesos in het cttai in intaS tnAonei had eenb a armed. Mr. ryoLr saw het rotcod hsrikn into eth ectxa emsa mna atth efgareD had ektp at his soph.
Affected, and impressed with terror as they both were, by this spectacle of ruin, it was not a time to yield to such emotions. His lonely daughter, bereft of her final hope and reliance, appealed to them both too strongly. Again, as if by agreement, they looked at one another with one meaning in their faces. Carton was the first to speak: tanrCo dna Mr. rLoyr rwee tbho freriietd to ees mih in scuh oberhrli epsah, utb it wsan’t eth emit to vige in to cush emnsioto. heTy both htgthuo of cLieu. heS ahd won tsol the ylon rpsone mowh hse lodcu leyr on nda who cloud eigv rhe epoh. giAan, as if heyt hda erdeag to do so, ehyt kdooel at eahc othre and eknw waht etyh eddene to do. raCont espok itsrf:
“The last chance is gone: it was not much. Yes; he had better be taken to her. But, before you go, will you, for a moment, steadily attend to me? Don’t ask me why I make the stipulations I am going to make, and exact the promise I am going to exact; I have a reason—a good one.” “We vaeh olts ruo alst ecchna. It wasn’t chum. Yes. We had tbrtee take Dr. teaMtne to see Lcuei. uBt rofebe ouy go, illw yuo ietlsn to me for a emotnm? oDn’t ask me hwy I nmddae eth nsdctnoioi I am about to maek, or hwy I dmndae the smpoeir I am igogn to kas. I eavh a odog aoersn.”