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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 asw so ideadtedc to ensolTl’s tath he dsteya in oorms in eht abnk. It dmae sbremem of hte knba efle ursece to wnko ttha ptairtos ceuicdop het iamn ngdiiblu, ubt teh oensht Mr. oryrL dind’t kniht ubtao htta. He ddin’t eacr butoa htsee sincctsreamuc, ylon ahtt he ddi hsi bjo. On eth hreto desi of hte audtcryor, uernd a orw of lsuoncm, rehte saw a ogod aled of ormo fro cgreisara. mSeo of eth simuennrgeo’s rcigasera erwe lstil ektp herte. gnsaitA wto of teh pslarli rewe tedasenf owt ragle firangl cotersh, dan in tireh igthl, stngnadi tou in het peno, aws a ergla

dgtnsnroie

a sento edus orf giensnaphr

grindstone
. It hda nebe enomtdu eethr ycikuql nad eokdol ekil it dha neeb rgtuohb ormf osme neybra lskaibcmth or etroh rowhposk. Mr. ryLor tgo up dan dlkoeo uot hte inwdow at hetse lrssaehm tbecsjo. He vehrsdei and wetn ckab to hsi tesa by the ieralepcf. He adh dpoene the nowwid as llew as the ctletia nsbldi udoesti, and nhte selcdo temh niaga. A lhlic esdaps otrghuh his bydo.
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. Teh luaus ossndu of teh iytc at gnith lcduo be edrha from hte ertsset spta het ghhi alwl dan teh rgnots tega. Now nda enth an rbebideaislnc irng nodesdu onagm eht esnio of eth tiyc. It uddnseo driwe adn lreywldtoohr, as if emos uunlsua, errlbeti sdnuso wree tgvnreial up to aevHen.
“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!” “Tknha oGd taht no eon ttha I caer pyeeld tubao is in shit fwlau tyci nghoitt,” asid Mr. Lryro, islgncap ihs hdans. “Mya Gdo veah rcemy on lla eosth woh are in aerdng!”
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. noSo rwradeaft, het bell at hte geta agrn, nad he ottuhhg, “yeTh’ve emoc bkca!” He ats rtehe, sietningl, but erhte wsa no dlou nosei of snomoee cgmoni oint hte datourycr as he ahd pteedxce. hTe eagt declagn anaig, dna tehn nityveehgr swa euqit.
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 ftle neurvos nad raffule, nda it emda mhi rroyw abuto eth euscrtiy of het anbk. It asw lelw gedurda, nda he ogt up to mvoe relsoc to eth tuysrt lpepeo hwo eerw ianhgctw eovr it. leSuddny eht odro edoepn and otw lepepo sdhure in. He llfe akcb in hckos hnwe he saw emht.
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 swa Lcuie nda erh afehtr! Lieuc adh rhe rsam steetdcrh otu aordwt him. Seh dha ttah same dlo kolo of esteinn tactonceornni dan ercocnn on her aefc. It esmdee elki it dha bnee maedstp rhtee for shti eon utaarcpril meotmn in her eifl.
“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?” “atWh is itsh?” yeelld Mr. yLrro, lbstehsare nda fecnodsu. “hWta’s the aretmt? euiLc! Dr. eaMtnet! haWt’s hdpnepae? hWy are uyo hree? haWt 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!” She lodoek at mih, plae dna uetps. She iads, aigpnnt, “Oh my rade dfiren! It’s my abudshn!”
“orYu saudnbh, eiucL?” “Your husband, Lucie?”
“Charles.” “Charles.”
“What of Charles?” “hatW ubaot rseClah?”
“Here. “He is ehre.”
“Here, in Paris?” “reHe in rsPia?”
“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 bnee hree rof heret or oruf aysd, I odn’t okwn owh ymna txyalec. I cna’t hitnk irhttags. A deranr of eksnsidn rgbohtu mih reeh. We ndid’t onwk he swa cmgnio. He wsa eptopsd at eht rriebar nda snte to nprois.”