nto his handsome face, the bitter waters of captivity had worn;

but, he covered up their tracks with a determination so strong,

that he held the mastery of them even in his sleep. A more

remarkable face in its quiet, resolute, and guarded struggle with

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an unseen assailant, was not to be beheld in all the wide

dominions of sleep, that night.

She timidly laid her hand on his dear breast, and put up a

prayer that she might ever be as true to him as her love aspired to

be, and as his sorrows deserved. Then, she withdrew her hand,

and kissed his lips once more, and went away. So, the sunrise

came, and the shadows of the leaves of the plane-tree moved upon

his face, as softly as her lips had moved in praying for him.

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Chapter XXIV

NINE DAYS

T

he marriage-day was shining brightly, and they were

ready outside the closed door of the Doctor’s room, where

he was speaking with Charles Darnay. They were ready to

go to church; the beautiful bride, Mr. Lorry, and Miss Prossto

whom the event, through a gradual process of reconcilement to

the inevitable, would have been one of absolute bliss, but for the

yet lingering consideration that her brother Solomon should have

been the bridegroom.

“And so,” said Mr. Lorry, who could not sufficiently admire the