ly. Rain was really falling in

large drops, and he showed the back of his hand with raindrops on

it. But, he said not a single word in reference to the discovery that

had been told of, and, as they went into the house, the business

eye of Mr. Lorry either detected, or fancied it detected, on his face,

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as it turned towards Charles Darnay, the same singular look that

had been upon it when it turned towards him in the passages of

the Court House.

He recovered himself so quickly, however, that Mr. Lorry had

doubts of his business eye. The arm of the golden giant in the hall

was not more steady than he was, when he stopped under it to

remark to them that he was not yet proof against slight surprises

(if he ever would be), and that the rain had startled him.

Tea-time, and Miss Pross making tea, with another fit of the

jerks upon her, and yet no Hundreds of people. Mr. Carton had

lounged in, but he made only Two.

The night was so very sultry, that although they sat with doors

and windows open, they were overpowered by heat. When the teatable

was done with, they all moved to one of the windows, and

looked out into the heavy twilight. Lucie sat by her father; Darnay

sat beside her; Carton leaned against a window. The curtains were

long and white, and some of the thunder-gusts that whirled into