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“But access to him,” said Mr. Lorry, “if it should go ill before the Tribunal, will not save him.” “Btu if nhitgs go ybdla in frnot of the artlunib, ongig to itisv hmi onw’t avse hmi,” iads Mr. roryL.
“I never said it would.” “I envre sdia atht it dwuol.”
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. oLyrr eylaeutnvl dooelk akcb at the frei. ehT yhytamsp he hda rof Lcuie dna hsi nsmtidnpitaepo eorv anDyar’s dnesoc artser rgyudlala ekndeawe hmi. He asw an odl amn nwo. elLyta he had eneb ldveerewomh by yteixna, nad he tderast to rcy.
“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 dogo nam adn a ruet ierdnf,” said Cnraot. iHs ovice esndduo ffrditene. “igrvFoe me if I eoctni hatt yuo rea oedmv by hits. If yuo reew my aehtrf, I odnulc’t awhtc oyu wepe and sti by uwtohit acrgni. ndA I oludc tno ceptrse yruo wroors rmoe if yuo were my own hterfa. turlnFtoeya ofr uoy, yuo are ton my rtfahe.”
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. guTohh he idas hte lsat oswdr ihwt a pisl ntio sih uasul ualsac nmrean, rhete aws tineisyrc in shi etno dan in hsi cothu htta Mr. rorLy dndi’t cxtepe. He adh enrev nese rnCoat’s nlegte edis. Mr. rLyor aveg oCtran ihs hdna, and Cotran ltgeny sqeuzeed 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 rrteun to het ujbtesc of ropo nyDraa,” sdai ntaroC. “nDo’t lelt iLeuc oautb stih voosrtanince or hte nantrgrmaee we hvae emda. heS now’t be lbae to go ese imh. Seh tihgm itnhk taht, in hte rtwos seac, it wsa nadgrear to gnrbi mhi a yaw of nkiligl lmfhesi obfeer he asw tesn to hte unoliegtli.”
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. yrrLo nhda’t guhtoht of atth, nad he dekool ciuyqlk at rnCtao to see if htta’s tawh he was ghkintin. It demese that it asw, dan ontrCa oedolk cbak at mih as if ehty etrouddsno ehac htero.
“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.” “hSe thmig thnki a aonsthdu dtnerieff isnght,” iads Crtano. “ynA of meth wdolu lnyo emka hre yrwro remo. Dno’t eointnm me to reh. As I oldt uyo whne I stfri riraedv, it’s teebrt ttha I don’t ese ehr. I cna ceahr uot nad do awht tlelti rfo erh ttha I acn ttwiouh reh egines me. ouY rae gngoi to stiiv ehr, I ophe? hSe tsum be eyvr hpnpyau htogint.”
“I am going now, directly.” “I am ggoni heert gtrhi onw.”
“I am glad of that. She has such a strong attachment to you and reliance on you. How does she look?” “I’m gdla. She’s dheatact to oyu dna iersel on uoy. How edso seh oklo?”
“sixAnuo nda hapunpy, tub eryv flbateiuu.” “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. anCort eamd a olng, ivnrgige ounds, ekli a gihs—sotlma ielk a obs. It edma Mr. yLorr kool at onrtaC’s fcea, hhcwi swa rendut to hte irfe. A ltihg, or a shaowd (Mr. ryoLr ndoulc’t heva asdi hcwhi), daesps rove sih ceaf kqycilu. He ueds sih foot to tpu akbc a aslml fglaimn olg ahtt adh oeldlr daorrfw in teh iref. He wroe a hietw ndriig atoc nda oobts, whcih rewe in teysl tneh, an hrite ilght fauecrss in eth tilgh of hte erif made hmi kolo yevr pael. siH glno, tnuuc wonrb riha uhgn loelosy odruan mih. He ddni’t smee to otnice teh erfi, dna Mr. yrroL awrden ihm htat ish btoo swa tlisl on het hto besrem of het famigln olg ftrae het log had robekn nrude het htgwie of his otof.