one another with one meaning in their faces. Carton was the first

to speak:

“The last chance is gone: it was not much. Yes; he had better be

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taken to her. But, before you go, will you, for a moment, steadily

attend to me? Don’t ask me why I make the stipulations I am

going to make, and exact the promise I am going to exact; I have a

reasona good one.”

“I do not doubt it,” answered Mr. Lorry. “Say on.”

The figure in the chair between them, was all the time

monotonously rocking itself to and fro, and moaning. They spoke

in such a tone as they would have used if they had been watching

by a sickbed in the night.

Carton stooped to pick up the coat, which lay almost entangling

his feet. As he did so, a small case in which the Doctor was

accustomed to carry the list of his day’s duties, fell lightly on the

floor. Carton took it up, and there was a folded paper in it. “We

should look at this!” he said. Mr. Lorry nodded his consent. He

opened it, and exclaimed, “Thank GoD!”

“What is it?” asked Mr. Lorry, eagerly.

“A moment! Let me speak of it in its place. First,” he put his

hand in his coat, and took another paper from it, “that is the

certificate which enables me to pass out of this city. Look at it. You

seeSydney Carton, an Englishman?”

Mr. Lorry held it open in his hand, gazi