as it

seemed, in the room; some coming, some going, some breaking off,

some stopping altogether; all in the distant streets, and not one

within sight.

“Are all these footsteps destined to come to all of us, Miss

Manette, or are we to divide them among us?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Darnay; I told you it was a foolish fancy, but

you asked for it. When I have yielded myself to it, I have been

alone, and then I have imagined them the footsteps of the people

who are to come into my life, and my father’s.”

“I take them into mine!” said Carton. “I ask no questions and

make no stipulations. There is a great crowd bearing down upon

us, Miss Manette, and I see themby the Lightning.” He added

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the last words, after there had been a vivid flash which had shown

him lounging in the window.

“And I hear them!” he added again, after a peal of thunder.

“Here they come, fast, fierce, and furious!”

It was the rush and roar of rain that he typified, and it stopped

him, for no voice could be heard in it. A memorable storm of

thunder and lightning broke with that sweep of water, and there

was not a moment’s interval in crash, and fire, and rain, until after

the moon rose at midnight.

The great bell of Saint Paul’s was striking One in the cleared

air, when Mr. Lorry, escorted by Jerry, high-booted and bearin