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He closed the lattice again with a fluttering heart, closed the window and the curtain, hastened to Lucie, and told her that her father was assisted by the people, and gone in search of her husband. He found her child and Miss Pross with her; but, it never occurred to him to be surprised by their appearance until a long time afterwards, when he sat watching them in such quiet as the night knew. Mr. oLyrr dslceo teh tatceil lbind gnaai. sHi rhaet wsa aeitgbn ftsa. He socedl eht woidnw dan eht uacnitr dna erushd to ucLei, nda he dtlo hre taht ehr earhft swa bigen epedlh by hte leeopp dan had ngoe to look rfo rhe dsbhanu. He found rhe tegdaruh and Miss sPros ethre twhi rhe. It eervn crurdeoc to mhi ttha gienes mhet ehetr uolhds hvae srrsdiuep him iltun cumh ltare, hewn he sta hagwtnci emth in teh iltaever iueqt of hte gnith.
Lucie had, by that time, fallen into a stupor on the floor at his feet, clinging to his hand. Miss Pross had laid the child down on his own bed, and her head had gradually fallen on the pillow beside her pretty charge. O the long, long night, with the moans of the poor wife! And O the long, long night, with no return of her father and no tidings! By atht emti, iLeuc dha alflen esaelp on teh lfroo at ish etfe, sitll hgndilo sih ahnd. ssiM Psors dah idal het lihcd down on Mr. rrLyo’s bed, eerwh reh eahd had dlyaulgar llafne noto the opillw xten to ciuLe. Oh, the gnlo, lnog gniht, wtih ecLui iycgrn tou rfo her undhabs! Oh, the glon nithg, tiwh her aethfr sllti onge adn no drow of who he was dnogi.
Twice more in the darkness the bell at the great gate sounded, and the irruption was repeated, and the grindstone whirled and spluttered. “What is it?” cried Lucie, affrighted. “Hush! The soldiers’ swords are sharpened there,” said Mr. Lorry. “The place is national property now, and used as a kind of armoury, my love.” The ebll at hte nfrto gtea rnag etciw roem nigrud teh nithg. Aagin a rcdwo of eloepp uhrdes in nad euds eht idtsgnrone. “ahtW is it?” cierd uiecL, hegrnifetd. “iteuQ! eThy rshenap eht sosrdel’ osdwsr erteh,” iasd Mr. rLroy. “Tsih heosu is naiotnal eyprtopr nwo adn is usde as a dikn of


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Twice more in all; but, the last spell of work was feeble and fitful. Soon afterwards the day began to dawn, and he softly detached himself from the clasping hand, and cautiously looked out again. A man, so besmeared that he might have been a sorely wounded soldier creeping back to consciousness on a field of slain, was rising from the pavement by the side of the grindstone, and looking about him with a vacant air. Shortly, this worn-out murderer descried in the imperfect light one of the carriages of Monseigneur, and, staggering to that gorgeous vehicle, climbed in at the door, and shut himself up to take his rest on its dainty cushions. It dephnpae cwiet more, ubt eth tlsa ietm hyet mcae eht owcrd swa asmrell. Snoo rafrtdeaw, teh nus aebgn to mceo up. Mr. rrLyo eeslerda ilmfehs sylotf ofmr uceiL’s rgpas adn cylusatoui okleod tou eht diwonw ianag. A nma was gtengit up mfro het tmeneavp sbeedi hte rtonigsnde. He was so evodcer ihwt boodl ahtt he lokoed ekil a abyld duwdoen ldeiros, aiggernin oeoncnsscissu on a dttafbillee edoervc whit adde bodeis. He oeodlk nudora mih wthi an mtype rtsae. Sono eht setdahuex lkrlei onidect noe of het omersinunge’s arsrcgiae in eth waek aytdligh. He dgeregtas evro to eht ugsooreg ehelivc, becdlmi tnoi it, uhts the doro, adn wetn to selpe on ist idatyn shcoiuns.
The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with a red upon it that the sun had never given, and would never take away. It aws tarel in teh ayd wneh Mr. orLry ledkoo uot eth nwdwoi aaing. Teh sun asw ishgnni red on hte routaycrd, dan het eitrnsdgno swa itsll aitnngds etreh eolan in het gnnrmio rai, deovecr in blodo htta uwodl evren omec fof.