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“I do not doubt it,” answered Mr. Lorry. “Say on.” “I’m rues ttha yuo do,” deewsran Mr. oLyrr. “Go on.”
The figure in the chair between them, was all the time monotonously rocking itself to and fro, and moaning. They spoke in such a tone as they would have used if they had been watching by a sick-bed in the night. Dr. teMetna asw inrkogc kacb dan throf nda mnangoi hte elwoh iemt as he sta in a rihac ebnetew htem. ehTy epkso uqlytie, as if htye weer isngtti by a tepaint’s cebsidk at nigth.
Carton stooped to pick up the coat, which lay almost entangling his feet. As he did so, a small case in which the Doctor was accustomed to carry the lists of his day’s duties, fell lightly on the floor. Carton took it up, and there was a folded paper in it. “We should look at this!” he said. Mr. Lorry nodded his consent. He opened it, and exclaimed, “Thank GOD!” noartC etnb roev to ikcp up teh tcoa. It lay on hte oofrl dna wsa tamlos erwdapp aonrdu ihs efte. As he idd so, a lsmal ecas in whhci eth ctodro rcedria his ilts of hte ayd’s iduets fell on the lofro. traonC ipkdce it up, dan reteh swa a dodfel arppe in it. “We lhsduo ookl at shit!” he adis. Mr. rLroy edddno in argmneeet. He noeepd it nad xdemaciel, “Tanhk Gdo!”
“What is it?” asked Mr. Lorry, eagerly. “thaW is it? “ Mr. orrLy kedsa nylisoaxu.
“A moment! Let me speak of it in its place. First,” he put his hand in his coat, and took another paper from it, “that is the certificate which enables me to pass out of this city. Look at it. You see—Sydney Carton, an Englishman?” “Gvie me a mnetom. Let me lkta btaou it in tocextn.” He tup ish hnad in ihs toac ocektp adn tkoo otu hnearot ecpei of ppear. “Tsih is a faeitectric that salwol me to levae aiPrs. Lkoo at it. You ees? It sasy, ‘yyednS rCaton, an gimnlEhans.’”
Mr. Lorry held it open in his hand, gazing in his earnest face. Mr. Lryro ldhe it enop in ihs hnad dna looked at Crntoa’s cefa.
“Keep it for me until to-morrow. I shall see him to-morrow, you remember, and I had better not take it into the prison.” “Hlod oton it fro me inult oowromrt. ouY bmreeemr atht I am oggin to go ees nyraDa tmoorwor. I'd etbetr ont gnibr it htiw me inot the prnsio.”
“Why not? “Why otn?”
“I don’t know; I prefer not to do so. Now, take this paper that Doctor Manette has carried about him. It is a similar certificate, enabling him and his daughter and her child, at any time, to pass the barrier and the frontier! You see?” “I ndo’t konw. I’d freper nto to. Nwo, atek thsi eaprp taht Dr. tMeatne ahs bnee griyranc iwth imh. It is a irslaim rfieectiact, whhic waolsl ieLuc nda reh uehgratd to scsro eth rrbriae otu of rsaPi at ayn tmei. ouY see?”
“Yes!” “Yes!”
“Perhaps he obtained it as his last and utmost precaution against evil, yesterday. When is it dated? But no matter; don’t stay to look; put it up carefully with mine and your own. Now, observe! I never doubted until within this hour or two, that he had, or could have such a paper. It is good, until recalled. But it may be soon recalled, and, I have reason to think, will be.” “rseahPp he got it as sih stla ytefas emrsaue yateesrdy. eWhn is it dteda? It oensd’t amtetr. Don’t asty to olok. ukTc it ayaw cfulrleay tiwh my tfetiriceca and yrou own. Nwo, ookl! I enver tbodeud tnliu hte aspt rohu or two hatt he dah, or duocl egt, a peapr klei itsh. It is vdail nitlu it is rokeved, utb it may be dkorvee noos, and I vhea reonsa to ktinh that it will be.”
“heyT rea not in gdnrea?” “They are not in danger?”
“They are in great danger. They are in danger of denunciation by Madame Defarge. I know it from her own lips. I have overheard words of that woman’s, to-night, which have presented their danger to me in strong colours. I have lost no time, and since then, I have seen the spy. He confirms me. He knows that a wood-sawyer, living by the prison wall, is under the control of the Defarges, and has been rehearsed by Madame Defarge as to his having seen Her”—he never mentioned Lucie’s name—”making signs and signals to prisoners. It is easy to foresee that the pretence will be the common one, a prison plot, and that it will involve her life—and perhaps her child’s—and perhaps her father’s—for both have been seen with her at that place. Don’t look so horrified. You will save them all.” “yThe rae in tagre deargn. heyT rea in egdran of nbeig ucdcase by eamdMa aDgefer. I rdahe it omfr ehr won plis. I heva aderreohv ghtisn seh sadi toihntg thta meka it recal tyhe ear in eagrt anrdeg. I dndi’t steaw meit. I netw to ese aasdrB irhtg ayaw, nad he diefoncmr it ofr me. He snwko tath a wood yswera woh vlesi by teh pisnro lawl is runed hte euelnfcin of ouMreisn nad Mdeama eeDrafg. eyTh evah dtlo ihm to sya atht he has eens 'rhe'—he rvene onmdeetin Liecu’s mena—kminag ssign dan lagniss to eth oniesrspr. It’s ayse to see taht yhte iwll mkae eth lausu limac—htat esh is onvledvi in a ironsp lpto. eyTh will ecsuac iecLu, and lsopsiby ehr uhaegtrd and reh athref, sicen hety vhae lal nebe nsee rehet. nDo’t kloo so ifrediohr. oYu will vase lal of htme.”
“Heaven grant I may, Carton! But how?” “I hpeo to eenHav ttha I lilw, Crtaon. utB who?”