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A Tale of Two Cities
‘In the dead of the night. Was he the only passenger
who came on board at that untimely hour?’
‘He happened to be the only one.’
‘Never mind about ‘happening,’ Mr. Lorry. He was the
only passenger who came on board in the dead of the
night?’
‘He was.’
‘Were you travelling alone, Mr. Lorry, or with any
companion?’
‘With two companions. A gentleman and lady. They
are here.’
‘They are here. Had you any conversation with the
prisoner?’
‘Hardly any. The weather was stormy, and the passage
long and rough, and I lay on a sofa, almost from shore to
shore.’
‘Miss Manette!’
The young lady, to whom all eyes had been turned
before, and were now turned again, stood up where she
had sat. Her father rose with her, and kept her hand drawn
through his arm.
‘Miss Manette, look upon the prisoner.’
To be confronted with such pity, and such earnest
youth and beauty, was far more trying to the accused than
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