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 FragmentWelcome to consult...ehensible to those unacquainted with his story as if they
had seen the shadow of the actual Bastille thrown upon him by a
summer sun, when the substance was three hundred miles away.

only his daughter had the power of charming this black
brooding from his mind. She was the golden thread that united
him to a Past beyond his misery, and to a Present beyond his
misery: and the sound of her voice, the light of her face, the touch

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of her hand, had a strong beneficial influence with him almost
always. Not absolutely always, for she could recall some occasions
on which her power had failed; but they were few and slight, and
she believed them over.

Mr. Darnay had kissed her hand fervently and gratefully, and
had turned to Mr. Stryver, whom he warmly thanked. Mr. Stryver,
a man of little more than thirty, but looking twenty years older
than he was, stout, loud, red, bluff, and free from any drawback of
delicacy, had a pushing way of shouldering himself (morally and
physically) into companies and conversations, that argued well for
his shouldering his way up in life.

He still had his wig and gown on, and he said, squaring himself
at his late client to that degree that he squeezed the innocent Mr.
Lorry clean out of the group: “I am glad to have brought you off
with honour, Mr. Darnay. It was an infamous prosecution, grossly
infamous; but not the less likely to succeed on that account.”

“You have laid me under an obligation to you for life—in two
senses,” said his late client, taking his hand.

“I have done my best for you, Mr. Darnay; and my best is as
good as another man’s, I believe.”

It clearly being incumbent on some one to say, “Much better,”
Mr. Lorry said it; perhaps not quite disinterestedly, but with the
interested object of squeezing himself back again.

“You think so?” said Mr. Stryver. “Well! you have been present
all **d you ought to know. You are a man of business, too.”

“And as such,” quoth Mr. Lorry, whom the counsel learned in
the law had now shouldered back into the group, just as he had
previously shouldered him out of it—“as such I will appeal to
Doctor Manette, to break up this conference and order us all to

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our homes. Miss Lucie looks ill, Mr. Darnay has had a terrible day,
we are worn out.”

“Speak for yourself, Mr. Lorry,” said Stryver; “I have a night’s
work to do yet. Speak for yourself.”

“I speak for myself,” answered Mr. Lorry, “and for Mr. Darnay,
and for Miss Lucie, and—Miss Lucie, do you not think I may speak
for us all?” He asked her the question pointedly, and with a glance
at her father.

His face had become frozen, as it were, in a very curious look at
Darnay: an intent look, deepening into a frown of dislike and
distrust, not even unmixed with fear. With this strange
on him his thoughts had wandered away.

“My father,” said Lucie, softly laying her hand on his.

He slowly shook the shadow off, and turned to her.

“Shall we go home, my father?”

With a long breath, he answered “Yes.”

The friends of the acquitted prisoner had dispersed, under the
impression—which he himself had originated—that he would not
be released that night. The lights were nearly all extinguished in
the passages, the iron gates were being closed with a jar and a
rattle, and the dismal place was deserted until tomorrow
morning’s interest of gallows, pillory, whipping-post, and
branding-iron, should re-people it. Walking between her father
and Mr. Darnay, Lucie M