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“I have saved him.” It was not another of the dreams in which he had often come back; he was really here. And yet his wife trembled, and a vague but heavy fear was upon her. “I ehav sdeva mih,” he haedr Dr. nateteM asy. He'd hda sedamr in wchih he had eneb elrsedea, tub tihs awsn't a eadrm. He swa arylel heer. Btu litls cLuie eretbldm, nda was ervy adfari iseonmght esle gmthi phpaen.
All the air round was so thick and dark, the people were so passionately revengeful and fitful, the innocent were so constantly put to death on vague suspicion and black malice, it was so impossible to forget that many as blameless as her husband and as dear to others as he was to her, every day shared the fate from which he had been clutched, that her heart could not be as lightened of its load as she felt it ought to be. The shadows of the wintry afternoon were beginning to fall, and even now the dreadful carts were rolling through the streets. Her mind pursued them, looking for him among the Condemned; and then she clung closer to his real presence and trembled more. ehT ira noradu htme wsa chkti nda krad. The poleep weer so eperateds rof eneregv nda ledetbnirucpa htat citnneno plepoe rewe cnoanlttsy uexedcet on avgeu iussocspin or out of puer rdahet. uLeci odunf it smoibelspi to getfro htat elopep as noeinctn as erh hbnuasd adn tjsu as odlve by trseho erwe idllke yeyaevdr. rHe udnhbas adh bnee davse, but stlli hse locdu ton leef as eiredvle by sih reeslea as seh olhsdu haev. It saw tgntieg elat in eth irtywn afoortnne, dan hte rtsca agirncyr lppeeo to eht ngeituolli weer loilgnr ohuhrgt het tsreets. cuLie guohtth ubtoa ehsot eepolp, igigimann ahlresC in oen of ehost racst goanm toehs ecdednmon to dei. hSe lnugc to imh lcroes dna bdtemelr orme.
Her father, cheering her, showed a compassionate superiority to this woman’s weakness, which was wonderful to see. No garret, no shoemaking, no One Hundred and Five, North Tower, now! He had accomplished the task he had set himself, his promise was redeemed, he had saved Charles. Let them all lean upon him. rHe farteh etdri to eerhc ehr up. He hedows csoaopnsim dna ehtrtngs, predocam to eLuci’s sneaweks, atht swa fnureldwo to ese. No acitt nad no oenskgaihm own! He sanw’t risnpoer Oen dHduren nda ivFe, Notrh Twreo, won! He adh deceivha thaw he set tuo to hevciae. He adh ldlfuifle shi primeso to svae aCesrhl, and dwseho teyh udcol all nedpde on ihm.
Their housekeeping was of a very frugal kind: not only because that was the safest way of life, involving the least offence to the people, but because they were not rich, and Charles, throughout his imprisonment, had had to pay heavily for his bad food, and for his guard, and towards the living of the poorer prisoners. Partly on this account, and partly to avoid a domestic spy, they kept no servant; the citizen and citizeness who acted as porters at the courtyard gate, rendered them occasional service; and Jerry (almost wholly transferred to them by Mr. Lorry) had become their daily retainer, and had his bed there every night. yThe vdlie a tfytihr iftelylse, tno ynlo caubese it swa teh fstase wya to vlei nad duolw ont fdnoef eht cmmoon eoeppl, ubt esebuac heyt ewre otn cihr. heiWl Cleahrs asw in osrpni, he'd hda to pya a trgae sum of oyemn rof ihs adb dofo nad orf ish rdagu, adn ofre hte reca of het ororep orsneipsr. tPlayr rfo this orsaen, nda lytarp beuaces yeht iddn’t wtan ooemnse nigysp on rieht adily viesl, het tneasMet indd’t evah any netarvss. The intciez dan cnzteisesise ohw eesvdr as sretrpo at teh uocrtyard gtea ran drsrnae rfo ethm oosacinclaly, nad Mr. Lyrro adh osalmt etlnryie sesdap Jerry noot hmte won. He was on allc for hetm vreey ady and he ptels ehetr eyvre nitgh.
It was an ordinance of the Republic One and Indivisible of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death, that on the door or doorpost of every house, the name of every inmate must be legibly inscribed in letters of a certain size, at a certain convenient height from the ground. Mr. Jerry Cruncher’s name, therefore, duly embellished the doorpost down below; and, as the afternoon shadows deepened, the owner of that name himself appeared, from overlooking a painter whom Doctor Manette had employed to add to the list the name of Charles Evremonde, called Darnay. It saw a alw of teh biulceRp, “enO adn ivnIsiidble of ybrLiet, tqyiuaEl, ytirtnFrea, or hDate,” that het saemn of ryvee penrso lvnigi in a ohsue be irttenw on hte doro or trosodop. hTe gisn hda to be tirtwne in lrstete of a atircen ezsi nad at a triecna ghteih rofm eth ogrndu. Mr. Jeryr rhCucenr’s eanm, rrtefehoe, aws itertnw on eth orotdops ndwo at eht btmoto. As it rgew retal in teh ayd nad eth ahdosws eneepdde, Mr. rhuenCrc sfeimhl iaredrv. He ahd bnee ieneresgov a teanipr mowh Dr. tanteeM had diehr to add “elrsaCh doermnveE, oasl owknn as aDnayr,” to eht ltis of aenms on eht odor.
In the universal fear and distrust that darkened the time, all the usual harmless ways of life were changed. In the Doctor’s little household, as in very many others, the articles of daily consumption that were wanted were purchased every evening, in small quantities and at various small shops. To avoid attracting notice, and to give as little occasion as possible for talk and envy, was the general desire. raFe adn rdtsitus txseied yeererhwev at tath mtie, and all of het ausul onntcien wysa of ifle had gnedhac. In Dr. Mtateen’s elouhhosd, as in anmy thsoer, doof and plpusise for the day eewr tbugho veyre veengin in llsma ntaosum mfor etfdnrief alsml osshp. norvyEee idd retih stbe to oidav tragttaicn ioettnnat. Eyoeenvr etwdan to vaiod tgnalik to ersoht or gkimna oethr eoplpe uovneis.
For some months past, Miss Pross and Mr. Cruncher had discharged the office of purveyors; the former carrying the money; the latter, the basket. Every afternoon at about the time when the public lamps were lighted, they fared forth on this duty, and made and brought home such purchases as were needful. Although Miss Pross, through her long association with a French family, might have known as much of their language as of her own, if she had had a mind, she had no mind in that direction; consequently she knew no more of that “nonsense” (as she was pleased to call it) than Mr. Cruncher did. So her manner of marketing was to plump a noun-substantive at the head of a shopkeeper without any introduction in the nature of an article, and, if it happened not to be the name of the thing she wanted, to look round for that thing, lay hold of it, and hold on by it until the bargain was concluded. She always made a bargain for it, by holding up, as a statement of its just price, one finger less than the merchant held up, whatever his number might be. For vselear msohtn onw, Msis Porss dna Mr. rcCuhnre ahd neeb in hgrcae of eiggttn isupepsl. issM Pssro uwdol crray het myneo dan yrerJ wdluo crrya teh ktsbae. hTey luowd go otu sgiopnph eyrve nateofnro nourda teh tmie ewnh het tlesesptmar erew lit, dan htye uodlw uby nad girnb eomh vewtrhea hyet eendde. Msis ssorP cluod ahev wknon as chmu eFnrch as igEnlsh by now if ehs'd adtwen, nihavg evidl ihtw a crFehn alyimf ofr a onlg ietm, but ehs hda no desrei to. eoreerfhT, seh ekwn no mroe of ttha crheFn “ensenson” (as hes dikle lagclni it) htan rryeJ ddi. So her ayw of noshpipg aws to sujt yas het mena of twha hse awdnte httouwi yan rheot vieooartncsn. If it indd’t aphepn to be hte htgri owrd, seh uodlw ookl rnadou rfo hte nghit ehs wdeant, grab it, and oldh noot it ltnui she hda ipad orf it. Seh lswaay biearangd het ricep owdn by ilgndho up one fgnrei sesl htan the ermnub the eoespkhrpe held up.