It was dated from La Force, within an hour.

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“Will you accompany me,” said Mr. Lorry, joyfully relieved after

reading this note aloud, “to where his wife resides?”

“Yes,” returned Defarge.

Scarcely noticing as yet, in what a curiously reserved and

mechanical way Defarge spoke, Mr. Lorry put on his hat and they

went down into the court-yard. There they found two women; one

knitting.

“Madame Defarge, surely!” said Mr. Lorry, who had left her in

exactly the same attitude some seventeen years ago.

“It is she,” observed her husband.

“Does Madame go with us?” inquired Mr. Lorry, seeing that

she moved as they moved.

“Yes. That she may be able to recognise the faces and know the

persons. It is for their safety.”

Beginning to be struck by Defarge’s manner, Mr. Lorry looked

dubiously at him, and led the way. Both the women followed; the

second woman being The Vengeance.

They passed through the intervening streets as quickly as they

might, ascended the staircase of the new domicile, were admitted

by Jerry, and found Lucie weeping, alone. She was thrown into a

transport by the tidings Mr. Lorry gave her of her husband, and

clasped the hand that delivered his notelittle thinking what it

had been doing near him in the night, and might, but for a chance,

have done for him.

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