Mr. Lorry said it; perhaps not quite disinterestedly, but with the

interested object of squeezing himself back again.

“You think so?” said Mr. Stryver. “Well! you have been present

all day, and you ought to know. You are a man of business, too.”

“And as such,” quoth Mr. Lorry, whom the counsel learned in

the law had now shouldered back into the group, just as he had

previously shouldered him out of it“as such I will appeal to

Doctor Manette, to break up this conference and order us all to

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our homes. Miss Lucie looks ill, Mr. Darnay has had a terrible day,

we are worn out.”

“Speak for yourself, Mr. Lorry,” said Stryver; “I have a night’s

work to do yet. Speak for yourself.”

“I speak for myself,” answered Mr. Lorry, “and for Mr. Darnay,

and for Miss Lucie, andMiss Lucie, do you not think I may speak

for us all?” He asked her the question pointedly, and with a glance

at her father.

His face had become frozen, as it were, in a very curious look at

Darnay: an intent look, deepening into a frown of dislike and

distrust, not even unmixed with fear. With this strange expression

on him his thoughts had wandered away.

“My father,” said Lucie, softly laying her hand on his.

He slowly shook the shadow off, and turned to her.

“Shall we go home, my father?”

With a long breath, he answered