himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again. That

Charles Dickens ElecBook Classics

alone wouldn’t make the subject pleasant, I should think.”

It was a profounder remark than Mr. Lorry had looked for.

“True,” said he, “and fearful to reflect upon. Yet, a doubt lurks in

my mind, Miss Pross, whether it is good for Doctor Manette to

have that suppression always shut up within him. Indeed, it is this

doubt and the uneasiness it sometimes causes me that has led me

to our present confidence.”

“Can’t be helped,” said Miss Pross, shaking her head. “Touch

that string, and he instantly changes for the worse. Better leave it

alone. In short, must leave it alone, like or no like. Sometimes, he

gets up in the dead of the night, and will be heard, by us overhead

there, walking up and down, walking up and down, in his room.

Ladybird has learnt to know then that his mind is walking up and

down, walking up and down, in his old prison. She hurries to him,

and they go on together, walking up and down, walking up and

down, until he is composed. But he never says a word of the true

reason of his restlessness, to her, and she finds it best not to hint at

it to him. In silence they go walking up and down together,

walking up and down together, till her love and company have

brought him to himself.”

Notwithstanding Miss P