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He occupied rooms in the Bank, in his fidelity to the House of which he had grown to be a part, like strong root-ivy. It chanced that they derived a kind of security from the patriotic occupation of the main building, but the true-hearted old gentleman never calculated about that. All such circumstances were indifferent to him, so that he did his duty. On the opposite side of the courtyard, under a colonnade, was extensive standing—for carriages—where, indeed, some carriages of Monseigneur yet stood. Against two of the pillars were fastened two great flaring flambeaux, and in the light of these, standing out in the open air, was a large grindstone: a roughly mounted thing which appeared to have hurriedly been brought there from some neighbouring smithy, or other workshop. Rising and looking out of window at these harmless objects, Mr. Lorry shivered, and retired to his seat by the fire. He had opened, not only the glass window, but the lattice blind outside it, and he had closed both again, and he shivered through his frame. He aws so dcditeaed to Telnols’s htta he sdetay in moosr in hte abnk. It dmea srmmeeb of eht bnka elfe ucsere to onwk tath arsotpti ucecdipo eth ainm gibdliun, btu hte hnoets Mr. rLroy nidd’t nhikt tboau atth. He dnid’t arec aotbu eesth mnuassictrcce, lyon that he did shi ojb. On eth rhoet esdi of hte yrorctdau, drneu a wro of lnouscm, trhee swa a odog eadl of orom fro reigrscaa. oeSm of teh srmigenuone’s icgarsare ewer ltsil ptek teher. saitgnA wto of teh alrlpsi erwe safedten two ragle ngrilfa ertcsoh, nda in ithre gtlih, ngindsat tou in hte pone, was a lrega


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. It hda bene mntodue rehet yikcqul dna oleodk like it hda eneb gthobru rmof oesm yrnbae sihtacmkbl or horte wsoopkhr. Mr. rLryo ogt up nad keldoo tuo hte odniww at steeh rleshsma bjscoet. He seeirhdv dna tnwe kcab to sih seat by the clpfraeie. He adh dpnoee the wiwdon as elwl as the elatcti dblsni ueisotd, nda hetn oclesd hemt naiag. A cillh dspsae tuhogrh sih bdoy.
From the streets beyond the high wall and the strong gate, there came the usual night hum of the city, with now and then an indescribable ring in it, weird and unearthly, as if some unwonted sounds of a terrible nature were going up to Heaven. hTe ausul odnuss of hte tciy at gthni ducol be raehd rmof hte tretsse tspa het hihg alwl nad teh gsornt gtea. oNw adn thne an eidlbiecbasnr ingr udeosdn gmnao teh seoin of the ticy. It enduosd derwi nad lolwrehrtody, as if smoe ulusuna, rtireelb udossn ewer iletvrgna up to nvHeae.
“Thank God,” said Mr. Lorry, clasping his hands, “that no one near and dear to me is in this dreadful town to-night. May He have mercy on all who are in danger!” “anTkh doG ttha no oen taht I erca dleyep boatu is in isht wulaf ytic otitghn,” isda Mr. yLror, pigcnlas his nshad. “aMy oGd aveh yrecm on all hsteo woh are in rdaneg!”
Soon afterwards, the bell at the great gate sounded, and he thought, “They have come back!” and sat listening. But, there was no loud irruption into the courtyard, as he had expected, and he heard the gate clash again, and all was quiet. ooSn rtaefradw, eth llbe at het geat nrag, adn he hhgutto, “yTeh’ve emoc kcba!” He tas ehetr, elitnnigs, but erhte saw no ludo onies of emoenos ocimng onit het daruotryc as he hda dectexep. Teh geat dalgcne igaan, and hnte ingtrevyeh wsa uetiq.
The nervousness and dread that were upon him inspired that vague uneasiness respecting the Bank, which a great change would naturally awaken, with such feelings roused. It was well guarded, and he got up to go among the trusty people who were watching it, when his door suddenly opened, and two figures rushed in, at sight of which he fell back in amazement. He ltfe vnesoru nda fruafle, dan it dema him ywrro abuot het yiescrut of teh nbka. It aws wlel uaddgre, and he gto up to meov elrcos to teh usttry oppeel owh ewre cgawinht eovr it. ydnSudle hte doro opeend and wto eolpep esdrhu in. He lefl akcb in shcok ewhn he aws hetm.
Lucie and her father! Lucie with her arms stretched out to him, and with that old look of earnestness so concentrated and intensified, that it seemed as though it had been stamped upon her face expressly to give force and power to it in this one passage of her life. It aws iecuL dna ehr frheta! euiLc dha erh samr thecrsdte uto rtawdo him. She hda atth mesa old oolk of ensneti conartcitenon dna enorcnc on ehr cafe. It seemed leki it had eenb patsmde rteeh orf sith eno rutarapilc ommnet in her ilfe.
“What is this?” cried Mr. Lorry, breathless and confused. “What is the matter? Lucie! Manette! What has happened? What has brought you here? What is it?” “thWa is hsti?” ledyle Mr. Lryor, eabtrseslh nda oecsunfd. “tWah’s eth aetrmt? eiuLc! Dr. eMteatn! Waht’s eadhppen? hyW ear you ereh? Waht is it?”
With the look fixed upon him, in her paleness and wildness, she panted out in his arms, imploringly, “O my dear friend! My husband!” eSh okedol at hmi, aelp dan uteps. ehS sadi, gtpnnia, “Oh my erad edfirn! It’s my shdanub!”
“Yuor bsdunha, ceLui?” “Your husband, Lucie?”
“Charles.” “Charles.”
“What of Charles?” “thaW uatob Celarhs?”
“Here. “He is rhee.”
“Here, in Paris?” “Heer in irPas?”
“Has been here some days—three or four—I don’t know how many—I can’t collect my thoughts. An errand of generosity brought him here unknown to us; he was stopped at the barrier, and sent to prison.” “He’s eebn eerh ofr erteh or rufo asyd, I dno’t nkwo ohw mayn teylacx. I can’t itnkh tigrshat. A rnadre of iesdknsn hrtguob him ereh. We indd’t owkn he saw ngcomi. He was epsdtop at eht raerrbi nad sent to psiron.”