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them being handed into the coach by an arm in uniform, the eyes

connected with the arm looked, not an every day or an every night

look, at monsieur with the white head. “It is well. Forward!” from

the uniform. “Adieu!” from Defarge. And so, under a short grove

of feebler and feebler over-swinging lamps, out under the great

grove of stars.

Beneath that arch of unmoved and eternal lights; some, so

remote from this little earth that the learned tell us it is doubtful

whether their rays have even yet discovered it, as a point in space

where anything is suffered or done: the shadows of the night were

broad and black. All through the cold and restless interval, until

dawn, they once more whispered in the ears of Mr. Jarvis Lorry

sitting opposite the buried man who had been dug out, and

wondering what subtle powers were for ever lost to him, and what

were capable of restorationthe old inquiry:

“I hope you care to be recalled to life?”

And the old answer:

“I can’t say.”

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BOOK THE SECOND

THE GOLDEN

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Chapter VII

FIVE YEARS LATER

T

ellson’s Bank by Temple Bar was an old-fashioned place,

even in the year one thousand seven hundred and eighty.

It was very small, very dark, very ug