that we have before us.”

He embraced her, solemnly commended her to Heaven, and

humbly thanked Heaven for having bestowed her on him. By-and-

by, they went into the house.

There was no one bidden to the marriage but Mr. Lorry; there

was even to be no bridesmaid but the gaunt Miss Pross. The

marriage was to make no change in their place of residence; they

had been able to extend it, by taking to themselves the upper

rooms formerly belonging to the apocryphal invisible lodger, and

they desired nothing more.

Doctor Manette was very cheerful at the little supper. They

were only three at table, and Miss Pross made the third. He

regretted that Charles was not there; was more than half disposed

to object to the loving little plot that kept him away; and drank to

him affectionately.

So, the time came for him to bid Lucie good night, and they

separated. But, in the stillness of the third hour of the morning,

Lucie came downstairs again, and stole into his room; not free

from unshaped fears, beforehand.

All things, however, were in their places; all was quiet; and he

lay asleep, his white hair picturesque on the untroubled pillow,

and his hands lying quiet on the coverlet. She put her needless

candle in the shadow at a distance, crept up to his bed, and put

her lips to his; then, leaned over him, and looked at him.

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