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`Possibly, but indeed I don't know, although they stood whispering very near to me: because they stood at the top of the cabin steps to have the light of the lamp that was hanging there; it was a dull lamp, and they spoke very low, and I did not hear what they said, and saw only that they looked at papers.'

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`I am saying nothing.'

The valet come and gone, Monsieur the Marquis walked to and fro in his loose chamber-robe, to prepare himself gently for sleep, that hot still night. Rustling about the room, his softly-slippered feet making no noise on the floor, he moved like a refined tiger--looked like some enchanted marquis of the impenitently wicked sort, in story, whose periodical change into tiger form was either just going off, or just coming on.

He stooped a little, and with his tattered blue cap pointed under the carriage. All his fellows stooped to look under the carriage.

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`Yes; for a moment. At first I thought it quite hope-less, but I have unquestionably seen, for a single moment, the face that I once knew so well. Hush! Let us draw further back. Hush!'<`Since it is my misfortune, Mr. Carton, to have more unhappy than you were before you knew me--

`Jacques One, Jacques Two, Jacques Three! This is the witness encountered by appointment, by me, Jacques Four.

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`Yes. And not for money. What do you say now?'

Monseigneur having eased his four men of their burdens and taken his chocolate, caused the doors of the Holiest of Holiests to be thrown open, and issued forth. Then, what submission, what cringing and fawning, what servility, what abject humiliation! As to bowing down in body and spirit, nothing in that way was left for Heaven--which may have been one among other reasons why the worshippers of Monseigneur never troubled it.

<`Good day, madame,' said the new comer.`Good day, monsieur.'Worse quarters than Defarge's wine-shop, could easily have been found in Paris for a provincial slave of that degree. Saving for a mysterious dread of madame by which he was constantly haunted, his life was very new and agreeable. But, madame sat all day at her counter, so expressly unconscious of him, and so particularly determined not to perceive that his being there had any connexion with anything below the surface, that he shook in his wooden shoes whenever his eye lighted on her. For, he contended with himself that it was impossible to foresee what that lady might pretend next; and he felt assured that if she should take it into her brightly ornamented head to pretend that she had seen him do a murder and afterwards Ray the victim, she would infallibly go through with it until the play was played out.

`Good!' said the mender of roads, with an air of mystery. `The tall man is lost, and he is sought--how many months? Nine, ten, eleven?'

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`I know, I know,' rejoined Mr. Carton, carelessly. `Don't be nettled, Mr. Lorry. You are as good as another, I have no doubt: better, I dare say.'

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aƽ̨ˮй½ɾͲĨ `Now your dinner is done,' Carton presently said, `why don't you call a health, Mr. Darnay; why don't you give your toast?' ϸ

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