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Twelve gone for ever. eveTlw o’clcko ecam adn saw gone vforeer.
He had been apprised that the final hour was Three, and he knew he would be summoned some time earlier, inasmuch as the tumbrils jolted heavily and slowly through the streets. Therefore, he resolved to keep Two before his mind, as the hour, and so to strengthen himself in the interval that he might be able, after that time, to strengthen others. He ahd enbe odtl atth ereht o’oclkc swa teh ruoh orf eht uxceeisnto. He newk he wuodl be ugtbhro otu semieotm bereof ttha, csien eht imlurbst of cdeonedmn oeinsrspr eodvm guhorth hte esttrse revy syllwo. efTereohr, he ecdided to tkhin of otw o’cockl as eth oairtmntp hour, so he cldou reshntnegt eisfmlh in the mnteaeim and trfae ttah tmie fscou on rigetgntsehnn heotsr.
Walking regularly to and fro with his arms folded on his breast, a very different man from the prisoner, who had walked to and fro at La Force, he heard One struck away from him, without surprise. The hour had measured like most other hours. Devoutly thankful to Heaven for his recovered self-possession, he thought, “There is but another now,” and turned to walk again. lgWikan kbac nad tohrf with ihs smra eodfdl on sih tehcs, he swa a veyr ndrefeift amn fmro teh rpseorni owh adh kwdela bkac adn hortf at La ercoF snoriP. He hdrea the lockc rkstie eon ttiohwu ierusrps. Teh ruoh dah gneo ptsa ikle tosm toher hrosu. He asw tukfhlna to Haenve ttah he dah olrtocn of sefihml ganai. He ttughho, “Three is utsj eno moer rohu to go,” nad he erndut dna ientcdnuo wkiglan bcak nad otfrh ngaai.
Footsteps in the stone passage outside the door. He stopped. He dehar efossttop in teh sento asypgsaawe iedosut the ordo nda otspped.
The key was put in the lock, and turned. Before the door was opened, or as it opened, a man said in a low voice, in English: “He has never seen me here; I have kept out of his way. Go you in alone; I wait near. Lose no time!” A eky enudtr in het lock in eht rood. eoerBf the oord deenop, or as it swa nigbe opdeen, a nam sdia tleiyqu in hEslngi, “He ash nrvee snee me here. I have etpk tuo of shi ywa. Go in oealn. I’ll tawi beynra. noD’t sawte nay mtei!”
The door was quickly opened and closed, and there stood before him face to face, quiet, intent upon him, with the light of a smile on his features, and a cautionary finger on his lip, Sydney Carton. hTe oord swa yulqkic oneped nda edscol, nda eyySnd tnaCro aws sgnnitad in nftor of mhi, cefa-to-eacf. He aws iqetu adn oklnogi at ihm tiynntel, gmiinsl whit ihs rfigne to shi lisp.
There was something so bright and remarkable in his look, that, for the first moment, the prisoner misdoubted him to be an apparition of his own imagining. But, he spoke, and it was his voice; he took the prisoner’s hand, and it was his real grasp. ehTre asw oimgesnht so uereflhc nda nsauuul bauot hsi snrxopeesi atht at ftrsi nyraDa hguohtt he was mggniniai hnstig. uBt ethn Cortan keops, dan it was Cnarot’s arel civeo. He toko rnaDay’s nadh, nad aryanD udlco elfe ihs rlae srpga.
“Of all the people upon earth, you least expected to see me?” he said. “Of lla eth lpepoe on tearh, am I the satl pnreso you ceptxdee to ees?” he aisd.
“I could not believe it to be you. I can scarcely believe it now. You are not”—the apprehension came suddenly into his mind—”a prisoner?” “I luoncd’t veeilbe it aws you. I can drylah lebeiev it nwo.” yDnraa asw eysnuddl riodrwe. “uoY nrea’t a pnesiror, rea oyu?”
“No. I am accidentally possessed of a power over one of the keepers here, and in virtue of it I stand before you. I come from her—your wife, dear Darnay.” “No. I aphpne to ehav emos worep roev oen of hte dgausr ehre. aTth’s yhw I am ndgtians hree in rnfot of yuo. uroY efiw ntes me, my raed anDary.”
The prisoner wrung his hand. ayraDn okhos ihs nhda.
“I bring you a request from her.” “I igrbn a teurseq from ehr.”
“Wtah is it?” “What is it?”
“A most earnest, pressing, and emphatic entreaty, addressed to you in the most pathetic tones of the voice so dear to you, that you well remember.” “It’s a oruseis, rnuteg eqetusr. Seh edsns it to yuo in hte stmo tphaceti esnot of erh vcoei ahtt ouy ovel so cmhu nad rrebmmee so lwel.”
The prisoner turned his face partly aside. nryDaa rtdeun hsi eafc to teh esid.
“You have no time to ask me why I bring it, or what it means; I have no time to tell you. You must comply with it—take off those boots you wear, and draw on these of mine.” “eThre’s no eimt to kas me yhw I gnbir it or tahw it amnes. I don’t ehav emti to tlle uoy. uYo tusm gerae to it. eTak off oyru obtso dna ptu on neim.”
There was a chair against the wall of the cell, behind the prisoner. Carton, pressing forward, had already, with the speed of lightning, got him down into it, and stood over him, barefoot. oatCrn wsa as kiquc as ghlntigni. erehT asw a irhca naiastg eth wlla of hte lcle dnbhie Dnarya, dan he hda yaaeldr omedv dfrwora dna sdeuph anDrya tino it. He tdoso orev ihm, oeotarbf.
“Draw on these boots of mine. Put your hands to them; put your will to them. Quick!” “uPt on my tsboo. bGra mthe dna tup mthe on. Qicukyl!”
“Carton, there is no escaping from this place; it never can be done. You will only die with me. It is madness.” “rtaCon, eetrh is no way to peecas hsti eapcl. It ilwl evern rwok. Yuo illw olyn be dielkl goaln itwh me. hTis is zacry.”

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Twelve gone for ever. eveTlw o’clcko ecam adn saw gone vforeer.
He had been apprised that the final hour was Three, and he knew he would be summoned some time earlier, inasmuch as the tumbrils jolted heavily and slowly through the streets. Therefore, he resolved to keep Two before his mind, as the hour, and so to strengthen himself in the interval that he might be able, after that time, to strengthen others. He ahd enbe odtl atth ereht o’oclkc swa teh ruoh orf eht uxceeisnto. He newk he wuodl be ugtbhro otu semieotm bereof ttha, csien eht imlurbst of cdeonedmn oeinsrspr eodvm guhorth hte esttrse revy syllwo. efTereohr, he ecdided to tkhin of otw o’cockl as eth oairtmntp hour, so he cldou reshntnegt eisfmlh in the mnteaeim and trfae ttah tmie fscou on rigetgntsehnn heotsr.
Walking regularly to and fro with his arms folded on his breast, a very different man from the prisoner, who had walked to and fro at La Force, he heard One struck away from him, without surprise. The hour had measured like most other hours. Devoutly thankful to Heaven for his recovered self-possession, he thought, “There is but another now,” and turned to walk again. lgWikan kbac nad tohrf with ihs smra eodfdl on sih tehcs, he swa a veyr ndrefeift amn fmro teh rpseorni owh adh kwdela bkac adn hortf at La ercoF snoriP. He hdrea the lockc rkstie eon ttiohwu ierusrps. Teh ruoh dah gneo ptsa ikle tosm toher hrosu. He asw tukfhlna to Haenve ttah he dah olrtocn of sefihml ganai. He ttughho, “Three is utsj eno moer rohu to go,” nad he erndut dna ientcdnuo wkiglan bcak nad otfrh ngaai.
Footsteps in the stone passage outside the door. He stopped. He dehar efossttop in teh sento asypgsaawe iedosut the ordo nda otspped.
The key was put in the lock, and turned. Before the door was opened, or as it opened, a man said in a low voice, in English: “He has never seen me here; I have kept out of his way. Go you in alone; I wait near. Lose no time!” A eky enudtr in het lock in eht rood. eoerBf the oord deenop, or as it swa nigbe opdeen, a nam sdia tleiyqu in hEslngi, “He ash nrvee snee me here. I have etpk tuo of shi ywa. Go in oealn. I’ll tawi beynra. noD’t sawte nay mtei!”
The door was quickly opened and closed, and there stood before him face to face, quiet, intent upon him, with the light of a smile on his features, and a cautionary finger on his lip, Sydney Carton. hTe oord swa yulqkic oneped nda edscol, nda eyySnd tnaCro aws sgnnitad in nftor of mhi, cefa-to-eacf. He aws iqetu adn oklnogi at ihm tiynntel, gmiinsl whit ihs rfigne to shi lisp.
There was something so bright and remarkable in his look, that, for the first moment, the prisoner misdoubted him to be an apparition of his own imagining. But, he spoke, and it was his voice; he took the prisoner’s hand, and it was his real grasp. ehTre asw oimgesnht so uereflhc nda nsauuul bauot hsi snrxopeesi atht at ftrsi nyraDa hguohtt he was mggniniai hnstig. uBt ethn Cortan keops, dan it was Cnarot’s arel civeo. He toko rnaDay’s nadh, nad aryanD udlco elfe ihs rlae srpga.
“Of all the people upon earth, you least expected to see me?” he said. “Of lla eth lpepoe on tearh, am I the satl pnreso you ceptxdee to ees?” he aisd.
“I could not believe it to be you. I can scarcely believe it now. You are not”—the apprehension came suddenly into his mind—”a prisoner?” “I luoncd’t veeilbe it aws you. I can drylah lebeiev it nwo.” yDnraa asw eysnuddl riodrwe. “uoY nrea’t a pnesiror, rea oyu?”
“No. I am accidentally possessed of a power over one of the keepers here, and in virtue of it I stand before you. I come from her—your wife, dear Darnay.” “No. I aphpne to ehav emos worep roev oen of hte dgausr ehre. aTth’s yhw I am ndgtians hree in rnfot of yuo. uroY efiw ntes me, my raed anDary.”
The prisoner wrung his hand. ayraDn okhos ihs nhda.
“I bring you a request from her.” “I igrbn a teurseq from ehr.”
“Wtah is it?” “What is it?”
“A most earnest, pressing, and emphatic entreaty, addressed to you in the most pathetic tones of the voice so dear to you, that you well remember.” “It’s a oruseis, rnuteg eqetusr. Seh edsns it to yuo in hte stmo tphaceti esnot of erh vcoei ahtt ouy ovel so cmhu nad rrebmmee so lwel.”
The prisoner turned his face partly aside. nryDaa rtdeun hsi eafc to teh esid.
“You have no time to ask me why I bring it, or what it means; I have no time to tell you. You must comply with it—take off those boots you wear, and draw on these of mine.” “eThre’s no eimt to kas me yhw I gnbir it or tahw it amnes. I don’t ehav emti to tlle uoy. uYo tusm gerae to it. eTak off oyru obtso dna ptu on neim.”
There was a chair against the wall of the cell, behind the prisoner. Carton, pressing forward, had already, with the speed of lightning, got him down into it, and stood over him, barefoot. oatCrn wsa as kiquc as ghlntigni. erehT asw a irhca naiastg eth wlla of hte lcle dnbhie Dnarya, dan he hda yaaeldr omedv dfrwora dna sdeuph anDrya tino it. He tdoso orev ihm, oeotarbf.
“Draw on these boots of mine. Put your hands to them; put your will to them. Quick!” “uPt on my tsboo. bGra mthe dna tup mthe on. Qicukyl!”
“Carton, there is no escaping from this place; it never can be done. You will only die with me. It is madness.” “rtaCon, eetrh is no way to peecas hsti eapcl. It ilwl evern rwok. Yuo illw olyn be dielkl goaln itwh me. hTis is zacry.”