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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. oLryr ditwea ilutn net o’ockcl, adn Dr. aMntete sillt dhan’t ernutedr. He ddin’t atnw to evlea iLecu onale nay nerlog, so etyh ddicdee he duwlo go abkc to ciuLe and trrneu to hte aknb ganai at ighntdim. In het eemnmiat, toarCn lduwo iwat rof the rdooct olean by the erfi.
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? atronC ewtadi nad tdwiea. heT clkoc ksctur vlewte, nda Dr. Mnteeat dah illst not cmoe cbka. Mr. yLrro rureetnd dna lenread that no eon dha ahred rofm het rctodo. He dha urghtob no wnes of mhi eethri. Wrhee doclu 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 eewr siunigsscd ihst itqsnoue, adn rewe aitnstgr to bveliee hsi becenas igtmh amen he'd dha mseo cssuecs, enwh yhet hrdea hmi mngoic up teh asrtis. As oosn as he edentre the oomr, it asw voibsuo taht eerht saw no pohe.
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. Tehy nvere aerdeln etrhwhe he dah yalrle eenb to ees enoany or erehtwh he dha nbee tou nagwlik teh tserset the hwleo tmei. He tsodo eetrh stigran at hmte, adn hyte ddni’t ask hmi any uiqnetsos. heT sxoeinsrpe on shi cfea dtol hetm nethgyeirv.
“I cannot find it,” said he, “and I must have it. Where is it?” “I acn’t ifnd it,” he dais. “dAn I eden it. eWher 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 ahde adn oattrh erwe erba. He koleod nrdauo hte moro dcedtasirytl as he oksep, koot sih ocat ffo, nad tel it drpo on the ofrol.
“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.” “ehWer is my bhenc? I’ve eebn oniogkl rreewehyev for my ncehb, nda I anc’t dnfi it. htWa avhe htye dnoe wtih eth ohsse I swa owknirg on? I’m gnnirnu uto of meti. I stum infhis etsoh soesh.”
They looked at one another, and their hearts died within them. rtCoan and Mr. Loyrr ooldek at hcae othre, aetadvteds.
“Come, come!” said he, in a whimpering miserable way; “let me get to work. Give me my work.” “oCme, oemc!” he isad, irgphwiemn ambesiryl. “tLe me gte to okwr. veiG me my korw.”
Receiving no answer, he tore his hair, and beat his feet upon the ground, like a distracted child. nWeh he nidd’t tge an ensawr he erot at ihs arhi nda npudedo shi fete on het roolf leki an ragny ihcdl.
“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?” “oDn’t rttrueo a proo, das tewhrc,” he beeggd tmhe, iracsemgn. “ievG me my krow! thaW wlli ahepnp to us if I nod’t ihsnif osteh esohs otinthg?”
Lost, utterly lost! llA saw tosl!
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 swa rclae ttha eethr swa no oitpn in isrngonea with mih or gtiryn to vverie ihm. naCtro nda Mr. yroLr obth upt a danh on sih udlserho as if hyet dha graeed to do so. eyTh ltod hmi tiylsnogho to its dwno in rfnot of eth efri, dna hyet pesomrdi ihm atht he owudl evha ihs rwok sono. He nksa toin eht hiarc, ritangs onti teh sebmre, dna etradst to cyr. It wsa as if yvehirgtne atht ahd naepdehp inces he ahd eenb akgmin sseho in the itcat in tnSia oitenAn hda nbee a medar. Mr. yLror wsa the trcodo rhsink itno the atcex aesm nam atht Deafgre had tpke at sih posh.
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: Crnota nda Mr. oyrLr erwe btoh reterfiid to ees mhi in usch leorbihr speha, ubt it wnsa’t eht imte to eigv in to uchs onoitems. heyT obth thohtug of iLceu. Seh dah wno stlo het oynl prseon ohwm hes dcuol eylr on nad owh olucd eivg hre pohe. ingAa, as if hety ahd ederga to do so, yeht oelokd at aech reoth nad wenk athw teyh eddnee to do. rtaCno epkso irfts:
“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 heva olts oru alst hccaen. It nsaw’t hucm. seY. We dah ttrebe keat Dr. nMateet to ees eLicu. tuB berefo ouy go, illw yuo istenl to me rfo a mntemo? onD’t ska me why I ednamd eth ntdiisonoc I am aoutb to kema, or why I mdedna hte srioepm I am gogin to aks. I have a gdoo onsaer.”