ow

not what harmif his door was left open.”

“Is it possible?” exclaimed Mr. Lorry.

“Is it possible!” repeated Defarge, bitterly. “Yes. And a

beautiful world we live in, when it is possible, and when many

other such things are possible, and not only possible, but done

done, see you!under that sky there, every day. Long live the

Devil. Let us go on.”

This dialogue had been held in so very low a whisper, that not a

word of it had reached the young lady’s ears. But, by this time she

trembled under such strong emotion, and her face expressed such

deep anxiety, and, above all, such dread and terror, that Mr. Lorry

felt it incumbent on him to speak a word or two of reassurance.

“Courage, dear miss! Courage! Business! The worst will be over

in a moment; it is but passing the room-door, and the worst is

over. Then, all the good you bring to him, all the relief, all the

happiness you bring to him, begin. Let our good friend here, assist

you on that side. That’s well, friend Defarge. Come, now. Business,

business!” They went up slowly and softly. The staircase was

short, and they were soon at the top. There, as it had an abrupt

turn in it, they came all at once in sight of three men, whose heads

were bent down close together at the side of a door, and who were

intently looking into the room to which the door belonged,

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