“Here, in Paris?”

“Has been here some daysthree or fourI don’t know how

manyI can’t collect my thoughts. An errand of generosity

brought him here unknown to us; he was stopped at the barrier,

and sent to prison.”

The old man uttered an irrepressible cry. Almost at the same

moment, the bell of the great gate rang again, and a loud noise of

feet and voices came pouring into the court-yard.

“What is that noise?” said the Doctor, turning towards the

window.

“Don’t look!” cried Mr. Lorry. “Don’t look out! Manette, for

your life, don’t touch the blind!”

The Doctor turned, with his hand upon the fastening of the

window, and said, with a cool, bold smile:

“My dear friend, I have a charmed life in this city. I have been a

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Bastille prisoner. There is no patriot in Parisin Paris? In

Francewho, knowing me to have been a prisoner in the Bastille,

would touch me, except to overwhelm me with embraces, or carry

me in triumph. My old pain has given me a power that has brought

us through the barrier, and gained us news of Charles there, and

brought us here. I knew it would be so; I knew I could help

Charles out of all danger; I told Lucie so.What is that noise?”

His hand was again upon the window.

“Don’t look!” cried Mr. Lorry, absolutely desperate. “No, Lucie,

my dear, nor you!” He g