n one, a prison plot, and that it will

involve her lifeand perhaps her child’sand perhaps her

father’sfor both have been seen with her at that place. Don’t

look so horrified. You will save them all.”

“Heaven grant I may, Carton! But how?”

“I am going to tell you how. It will depend on you, and it could

depend on no better man. This new denunciation will certainly not

take place until after tomorrow; probably not until two or three

days afterwards; more probably a week afterwards. You know it is

a capital crime to mourn for, or sympathise with, a victim of the

Guillotine. She and her father would unquestionably be guilty of

this crime, and this woman (the inveteracy of whose pursuit

cannot be described) would wait to add that strength to her case,

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and make herself doubly sure. You follow me?”

“So attentively, and with so much confidence in what you say,

that for the moment I lose sight,” touching the back of the Doctor’s

chair, “even of this distress.”

“You have money, and can buy the means of travelling to the

seacoast as quickly as the journey can be made. Your preparations

have been completed for some days, to return to England. Early

tomorrow have your horses ready, so that they may be in starting

trim at two o’clock in the afternoon.”

“It shall be done!”

His manner was so f