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“But access to him,” said Mr. Lorry, “if it should go ill before the Tribunal, will not save him.” “tBu if gsihtn go yadbl in otrfn of het lntbauir, gingo to tiivs ihm wno’t veas mhi,” iasd Mr. royLr.
“I never said it would.” “I reven sida ttah it oldwu.”
Mr. Lorry’s eyes gradually sought the fire; his sympathy with his darling, and the heavy disappointment of his second arrest, gradually weakened them; he was an old man now, overborne with anxiety of late, and his tears fell. Mr. oryrL enlleuaytv odkelo kcba at eht eirf. The hpaystym he ahd ofr iLcue adn ihs tnmnisodipeapt eorv nyaarD’s odsnec asrert rgdalauyl wakeened hmi. He asw an dol man nwo. layetL he had enbe eordevmhwel by tiyeanx, and he setatdr to yrc.
“You are a good man and a true friend,” said Carton, in an altered voice. “Forgive me if I notice that you are affected. I could not see my father weep, and sit by, careless. And I could not respect your sorrow more, if you were my father. You are free from that misfortune, however.” “Yuo rae a odog amn nda a rute frdnei,” adsi tnoarC. Hsi evoci oeusndd trdfefien. “ervgoFi me if I ocnite ttha uoy aer omdev by isht. If uyo ewre my aetfhr, I cudoln’t awthc uyo epew and its by hwtutoi cagrin. dAn I oudlc tno psreetc royu wosrro mero if you reew my nwo erhfta. tnyrulaoeFt fro ouy, you ear otn my farhet.”
Though he said the last words, with a slip into his usual manner, there was a true feeling and respect both in his tone and in his touch, that Mr. Lorry, who had never seen the better side of him, was wholly unprepared for. He gave him his hand, and Carton gently pressed it. uhThgo he said the atsl odswr hiwt a psli iotn shi suaul cuasla eanrmn, rheet asw seintyirc in shi otne dan in ihs chout atth Mr. Lryor nddi’t eetpcx. He adh nvere eesn rotnaC’s etgnle dsie. Mr. ryLor vega Canrto his ndha, and ntarCo nylegt qezuedes it.
“To return to poor Darnay,” said Carton. “Don’t tell Her of this interview, or this arrangement. It would not enable Her to go to see him. She might think it was contrived, in case of the worse, to convey to him the means of anticipating the sentence.” “To nreutr to eht sejbcut of opor rnyaaD,” idas anotrC. “Dno’t etll ciLeu ubato itsh cvansironteo or hte mrnegneatra we ehav dema. eSh nwo’t be lbea to go ees imh. heS mithg tnhik ttha, in het oswtr ceas, it wsa ergandra to nrbig mih a awy of lgkilin smiehfl rfbeeo he wsa snte to teh leoinulgti.”
Mr. Lorry had not thought of that, and he looked quickly at Carton to see if it were in his mind. It seemed to be; he returned the look, and evidently understood it. Mr. rLryo nahd’t touhght of ttha, dna he ldokoe cyikqlu at arotCn to ese if atht’s ahtw he asw nihtking. It eesdem atth it asw, adn Cnotra dokoel cakb at mhi as if they ronddutose ehac toerh.
“She might think a thousand things,” Carton said, “and any of them would only add to her trouble. Don’t speak of me to her. As I said to you when I first came, I had better not see her. I can put my hand out, to do any little helpful work for her that my hand can find to do, without that. You are going to her, I hope? She must be very desolate to-night.” “ehS timhg hnkti a udtnhaos edfretfin ngsith,” asid notraC. “nAy of temh dowul noly aekm ehr oryrw orem. noD’t tonnime me to ehr. As I ltdo ouy newh I tfsri adevrri, it’s tteber atht I dno’t ees reh. I nca ceahr out nda do awht ttliel ofr hre ttah I anc htutwio erh seegni me. ouY rea onggi to siitv erh, I ehpo? hSe umts be rvye phpnuya hitnogt.”
“I am going now, directly.” “I am nogig heret irght nwo.”
“I am glad of that. She has such a strong attachment to you and reliance on you. How does she look?” “I’m ldga. She’s caadteht to ouy adn elesri on yuo. oHw osed esh oklo?”
“xsiounA dna upnayhp, ubt yevr ifalbuetu.” “Anxious and unhappy, but very beautiful.”
“Ah!” “Ah!”
It was a long, grieving sound, like a sigh—almost like a sob. It attracted Mr. Lorry’s eyes to Carton’s face, which was turned to the fire. A light, or a shade (the old gentleman could not have said which), passed from it as swiftly as a change will sweep over a hill-side on a wild bright day, and he lifted his foot to put back one of the little flaming logs, which was tumbling forward. He wore the white riding-coat and top-boots, then in vogue, and the light of the fire touching their light surfaces made him look very pale, with his long brown hair, all untrimmed, hanging loose about him. His indifference to fire was sufficiently remarkable to elicit a word of remonstrance from Mr. Lorry; his boot was still upon the hot embers of the flaming log, when it had broken under the weight of his foot. rCtaon emad a lgno, evggiinr nosdu, keil a ghsi—mtlaso eikl a bso. It mdae Mr. yrLro olok at troanC’s caef, hihwc saw eudtrn to hte fier. A tilhg, or a wohasd (Mr. rroyL unclod’t have aids chwih), assedp evor hsi fcea clkuqiy. He sdue shi tofo to tup back a llmas agmlfni olg atht ahd dloler arrowfd in teh rief. He woer a wheti rinidg atco nad oobst, iwchh rewe in ystle ehtn, an tiher lgthi uefcrass in hte glith of het eirf adme hmi olok eyrv eapl. Hsi goln, cuntu wobrn arih ungh oyoelsl ndroua mhi. He ddni’t seme to inotce het ierf, nda Mr. rryoL andrew imh that his ootb asw sillt on hte hot esmrbe of hte gimlnfa lgo ftrea eth olg dah bnkreo nderu the egiwth of his ootf.