clasping his hands, “that no one

near and dear to me is in this dreadful town tonight. May He have

mercy on all who are in danger!”

Soon afterwards the bell at the great gate sounded, and he

thought, “They have come back!” and sat listening. But, there was

no loud irruption into the courtyard, as he had expected, and he

heard the gate clash again, and all was quiet.

The nervousness and dread that were upon him inspired that

vague uneasiness respecting the Bank, which a great change

would naturally awaken, with such feelings roused. It was well

guarded, and he got up to go among the trusty people watching it,

when his door suddenly opened, and two figures rushed in, at

sight of which he fell back in amazement.

Lucie and her father! Lucie with her arms stretched out to him,

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and with that old look of earnestness so concentrated and

intensified, that it seemed as though it had been stamped upon her

face expressly to give force and power to it in this one passage of

her life.

“What is this?” cried Mr. Lorry, breathless and confused.

“What is the matter? Lucie! Manette! What has happened? What

has brought you here? What is it?”

With the look fixed upon him, in her paleness and wildness, she

panted out in his arms, imploringly, “O my dear friend! My

husband!”

“Your husband, Lu