her attention: “he has been found

under another name; his own, long forgotten or long concealed. It

would be worse than useless now to inquire which; worse than

useless to seek to know whether he has been for years overlooked,

or always designedly held prisoner. It would be worse than useless

now to make any inquiries, because it would be dangerous. Better

not to mention the subject, anywhere or in any way, and to remove

himfor a while at all eventsout of France. Even I, safe as an

Englishman, and even Tellson’s, important as they are to French

credit, avoid all naming of the matter. I carry about me, not a

scrap of writing openly referring to it. This is a secret service

altogether. My credentials, entries, and memoranda, are all

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comprehended in the one line, ‘Recalled to Life’; which may mean

anything. But what is the matter! She doesn’t notice a word! Miss

Manette!”

Perfectly still and silent, and not even fallen back in her chair,

she sat under his hand, utterly insensible; with her eyes open and

fixed upon him, and with that last expression looking as if it were

carved or branded into her forehead. So close was her hold upon

his arm, that he feared to detach himself lest he should hurt her;

therefore he called out loudly for assistance without moving.

A wild-looking woman, whom even in