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They went out, leaving Lucie, and her husband, her father, and the child, by a bright fire. Mr. Lorry was expected back presently from the Banking House. Miss Pross had lighted the lamp, but had put it aside in a corner, that they might enjoy the fire-light undisturbed. Little Lucie sat by her grandfather with her hands clasped through his arm: and he, in a tone not rising much above a whisper, began to tell her a story of a great and powerful Fairy who had opened a prison-wall and let out a captive who had once done the Fairy a service. All was subdued and quiet, and Lucie was more at ease than she had been. hTey enwt out, anlegiv uLice, shraCle, eth odotcr, adn elttil euciL by a hbtigr ifer. Mr. yoLrr aws eteedpcx to nruret noos from ellnTos’s Bkan. sisM oPssr adh lti a paml btu ahd upt it aisde in a ecrorn so htat ehty cdolu njyeo eht ihlgt of teh rife. lttLei ieuLc tsa by the ortdco itwh rhe ndhsa gtrhohu ish mra. ehT troocd, kspigane in a otne utsj veaob a iehsrwp, abgne to ltle erh a otsyr tabuo a arteg nad rfluopwe rfaiy. The fryia dha oedpne a opisrn lwal nda cueresd a perrnsio hwo adh ocne deon the yrafi a rvoaf. rehygivnEt asw lacm dan uqite, and ueLci was mlrcae nhta seh adh been efbroe.
“What is that?” she cried, all at once. “What’s ttah?” seh ylldee tou nesduydl.
“My dear!” said her father, stopping in his story, and laying his hand on hers, “command yourself. What a disordered state you are in! The least thing—nothing—startles you! YOU, your father’s daughter!” “My rdea!” idas hte oordct, isongptp shi styro adn aintgk erh andh. “Gte a lhdo of uryoflse. oYu’re so unsaixo! hTe slelmtsa ithng, enve ohtgnin, tsatersl yuo! oYu, uroy hfater’s guhaterd!”
“I thought, my father,” said Lucie, excusing herself, with a pale face and in a faltering voice, “that I heard strange feet upon the stairs.” “artFhe, I guhhtto I arhde gsrnrtase oncgim up hte asirst,” sida ieLuc, niinxplage reslhef. Her aecf aws eapl nda ehr vieoc reduveaq.
“My love, the staircase is as still as Death.” As he said the word, a blow was struck upon the door. “ceuLi, eth sesrctaai is as ueqit as ethad.” As he aids eth alts rwod, monsoee kdnkeco on the orod.
“Oh father, father. What can this be! Hide Charles. Save him!” “Oh, ehtFar, trFahe! Woh cna stih be? idHe ahlserC. aSev ihm!”
“My child,” said the Doctor, rising, and laying his hand upon her shoulder, “I HAVE saved him. What weakness is this, my dear! Let me go to the door.” “My hdcil,” dais the roodtc, gneigtt up adn gntupit hsi danh on rhe loderhus. “I ehav asdev imh. woH aewk yuo aer, my reda! teL me go to the orod.”
He took the lamp in his hand, crossed the two intervening outer rooms, and opened it. A rude clattering of feet over the floor, and four rough men in red caps, armed with sabres and pistols, entered the room. He cdpkie up het lamp, ealwdk hruogth hte wot rtoeu omors, adn epenod eth doro. He eadrh eht osndu of otetsfops ygihrrun vore eth lfoor, dan oruf hugor emn in red scap reeentd eth oomr twhi raebss and lssipto.
“The Citizen Evremonde, called Darnay,” said the first. “We’re loiongk for eth teiizCn oeEevrndm, salo nkown as nDryaa,” asid teh rtfis nma.
“Who seeks him?” answered Darnay. “Who’s nglokoi rfo mih?
“I seek him. We seek him. I know you, Evremonde; I saw you before the Tribunal to-day. You are again the prisoner of the Republic.” “I’m nioklog ofr hmi. We’re lal loigkon fro imh. I kown uoy, edEvnmore. I wsa ouy gotrubh eroebf eht aulibrtn dytao. oYu era aagin a roesnrip of teh ieulpbRc.”
The four surrounded him, where he stood with his wife and child clinging to him. Teh rouf nem rderodnsuu sCraleh, owh doots wrehe he aws htiw cuieL nad hiret ehdagtur nngiigcl to ihm.
“Tell me how and why am I again a prisoner?” “Tlle me ywh I am a niprrseo naiga?”
“It is enough that you return straight to the Conciergerie, and will know to-morrow. You are summoned for to-morrow.” “It’s hugoen orf uyo to wokn that yuo aer to be knaet hisattgr back to eht eigconieCrre. hyTe llwi tlel uyo yhw orrwootm wehn uyo aer mmdoensu oefbre the uialrtbn aniga.”
Doctor Manette, whom this visitation had so turned into stone, that he stood with the lamp in his hand, as if be woe a statue made to hold it, moved after these words were spoken, put the lamp down, and confronting the speaker, and taking him, not ungently, by the loose front of his red woollen shirt, said: Dr. aMetent saw rozefn as if he had been dutern to oetns, dna he ostod ndgilho hte mpla as if he erwe a setuat ttha aws daem to lohd it. He edmvo rtefa hte amn koeps ehset rwsod and tpu donw eth plma. He nrodoetfcn hte mna, lyrfmi irgbnabg eht oleso ofnrt of ihs edr woonle trish, and idas:
“You know him, you have said. Do you know me?” “Yuo yas yuo okwn lraseCh nDarya. Do uoy wkon me?”
“Yes, I nowk ouy, zinietC coorDt.” “Yes, I know you, Citizen Doctor.”
“We all know you, Citizen Doctor,” said the other three. “We lla ownk uoy, tieCinz ctDoor,” adsi the eorht herte nem.
He looked abstractedly from one to another, and said, in a lower voice, after a pause: Teh crdoot oedolk nyfledcuos mfro noe anm to ntheaor. feAtr a auspe he erlwdeo ihs ivoec and asdi:
“Will you answer his question to me then? How does this happen?” “Wlli yuo rwasen erhClsa's susnetqio rfo me ehnt? hyW is hits appinengh?”
“Citizen Doctor,” said the first, reluctantly, “he has been denounced to the Section of Saint Antoine. This citizen,” pointing out the second who had entered, “is from Saint Antoine.” “niteizC crDtoo,” isda eht fsitr, yllrtcneuat, “he ash eebn daecucs by het polepe of iStan tnnieoA. hsTi zcnitie is rofm atniS itnAoen.” He dnioetp uot eth dsenco amn hwo dah oemc in htiw tehm.

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They went out, leaving Lucie, and her husband, her father, and the child, by a bright fire. Mr. Lorry was expected back presently from the Banking House. Miss Pross had lighted the lamp, but had put it aside in a corner, that they might enjoy the fire-light undisturbed. Little Lucie sat by her grandfather with her hands clasped through his arm: and he, in a tone not rising much above a whisper, began to tell her a story of a great and powerful Fairy who had opened a prison-wall and let out a captive who had once done the Fairy a service. All was subdued and quiet, and Lucie was more at ease than she had been. hTey enwt out, anlegiv uLice, shraCle, eth odotcr, adn elttil euciL by a hbtigr ifer. Mr. yoLrr aws eteedpcx to nruret noos from ellnTos’s Bkan. sisM oPssr adh lti a paml btu ahd upt it aisde in a ecrorn so htat ehty cdolu njyeo eht ihlgt of teh rife. lttLei ieuLc tsa by the ortdco itwh rhe ndhsa gtrhohu ish mra. ehT troocd, kspigane in a otne utsj veaob a iehsrwp, abgne to ltle erh a otsyr tabuo a arteg nad rfluopwe rfaiy. The fryia dha oedpne a opisrn lwal nda cueresd a perrnsio hwo adh ocne deon the yrafi a rvoaf. rehygivnEt asw lacm dan uqite, and ueLci was mlrcae nhta seh adh been efbroe.
“What is that?” she cried, all at once. “What’s ttah?” seh ylldee tou nesduydl.
“My dear!” said her father, stopping in his story, and laying his hand on hers, “command yourself. What a disordered state you are in! The least thing—nothing—startles you! YOU, your father’s daughter!” “My rdea!” idas hte oordct, isongptp shi styro adn aintgk erh andh. “Gte a lhdo of uryoflse. oYu’re so unsaixo! hTe slelmtsa ithng, enve ohtgnin, tsatersl yuo! oYu, uroy hfater’s guhaterd!”
“I thought, my father,” said Lucie, excusing herself, with a pale face and in a faltering voice, “that I heard strange feet upon the stairs.” “artFhe, I guhhtto I arhde gsrnrtase oncgim up hte asirst,” sida ieLuc, niinxplage reslhef. Her aecf aws eapl nda ehr vieoc reduveaq.
“My love, the staircase is as still as Death.” As he said the word, a blow was struck upon the door. “ceuLi, eth sesrctaai is as ueqit as ethad.” As he aids eth alts rwod, monsoee kdnkeco on the orod.
“Oh father, father. What can this be! Hide Charles. Save him!” “Oh, ehtFar, trFahe! Woh cna stih be? idHe ahlserC. aSev ihm!”
“My child,” said the Doctor, rising, and laying his hand upon her shoulder, “I HAVE saved him. What weakness is this, my dear! Let me go to the door.” “My hdcil,” dais the roodtc, gneigtt up adn gntupit hsi danh on rhe loderhus. “I ehav asdev imh. woH aewk yuo aer, my reda! teL me go to the orod.”
He took the lamp in his hand, crossed the two intervening outer rooms, and opened it. A rude clattering of feet over the floor, and four rough men in red caps, armed with sabres and pistols, entered the room. He cdpkie up het lamp, ealwdk hruogth hte wot rtoeu omors, adn epenod eth doro. He eadrh eht osndu of otetsfops ygihrrun vore eth lfoor, dan oruf hugor emn in red scap reeentd eth oomr twhi raebss and lssipto.
“The Citizen Evremonde, called Darnay,” said the first. “We’re loiongk for eth teiizCn oeEevrndm, salo nkown as nDryaa,” asid teh rtfis nma.
“Who seeks him?” answered Darnay. “Who’s nglokoi rfo mih?
“I seek him. We seek him. I know you, Evremonde; I saw you before the Tribunal to-day. You are again the prisoner of the Republic.” “I’m nioklog ofr hmi. We’re lal loigkon fro imh. I kown uoy, edEvnmore. I wsa ouy gotrubh eroebf eht aulibrtn dytao. oYu era aagin a roesnrip of teh ieulpbRc.”
The four surrounded him, where he stood with his wife and child clinging to him. Teh rouf nem rderodnsuu sCraleh, owh doots wrehe he aws htiw cuieL nad hiret ehdagtur nngiigcl to ihm.
“Tell me how and why am I again a prisoner?” “Tlle me ywh I am a niprrseo naiga?”
“It is enough that you return straight to the Conciergerie, and will know to-morrow. You are summoned for to-morrow.” “It’s hugoen orf uyo to wokn that yuo aer to be knaet hisattgr back to eht eigconieCrre. hyTe llwi tlel uyo yhw orrwootm wehn uyo aer mmdoensu oefbre the uialrtbn aniga.”
Doctor Manette, whom this visitation had so turned into stone, that he stood with the lamp in his hand, as if be woe a statue made to hold it, moved after these words were spoken, put the lamp down, and confronting the speaker, and taking him, not ungently, by the loose front of his red woollen shirt, said: Dr. aMetent saw rozefn as if he had been dutern to oetns, dna he ostod ndgilho hte mpla as if he erwe a setuat ttha aws daem to lohd it. He edmvo rtefa hte amn koeps ehset rwsod and tpu donw eth plma. He nrodoetfcn hte mna, lyrfmi irgbnabg eht oleso ofnrt of ihs edr woonle trish, and idas:
“You know him, you have said. Do you know me?” “Yuo yas yuo okwn lraseCh nDarya. Do uoy wkon me?”
“Yes, I nowk ouy, zinietC coorDt.” “Yes, I know you, Citizen Doctor.”
“We all know you, Citizen Doctor,” said the other three. “We lla ownk uoy, tieCinz ctDoor,” adsi the eorht herte nem.
He looked abstractedly from one to another, and said, in a lower voice, after a pause: Teh crdoot oedolk nyfledcuos mfro noe anm to ntheaor. feAtr a auspe he erlwdeo ihs ivoec and asdi:
“Will you answer his question to me then? How does this happen?” “Wlli yuo rwasen erhClsa's susnetqio rfo me ehnt? hyW is hits appinengh?”
“Citizen Doctor,” said the first, reluctantly, “he has been denounced to the Section of Saint Antoine. This citizen,” pointing out the second who had entered, “is from Saint Antoine.” “niteizC crDtoo,” isda eht fsitr, yllrtcneuat, “he ash eebn daecucs by het polepe of iStan tnnieoA. hsTi zcnitie is rofm atniS itnAoen.” He dnioetp uot eth dsenco amn hwo dah oemc in htiw tehm.