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against me. I say nothing more of my stake in this; this is
what I ask. The condition on which I ask it, and which
you have an undoubted right to require, I will observe
immediately.’
‘I give the promise,’ said the Doctor, ‘without any
condition. I believe your object to be, purely and
truthfully, as you have stated it. I believe your intention is
to perpetuate, and not to weaken, the ties between me
and my other and far dearer self. If she should ever tell me
that you are essential to her perfect happiness, I will give
her to you. If there were—Charles Darnay, if there
were—‘
The young man had taken his hand gratefully; their
hands were joined as the Doctor spoke:

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‘What of your husband, the forester? Always the same
with you people. He cannot pay something?’
‘He has paid all, Monseigneur. He is dead.’
‘Well! He is quiet. Can I restore him to you?’
‘Alas, no, Monseigneur! But he lies yonder, under a
little heap of poor grass.’
‘Well?’
‘Monseigneur, there are so many little heaps of poor
grass?’
‘Again, well?’
She looked an old woman, but was young. Her manner
was one of passionate grief; by turns she clasped her
veinous and knotted hands together with wild energy, and
laid one of them on the carriage-door —tenderly,
caressingly, as if it had been a human breast, and could be
expected to feel the appealing touch.
‘Monseigneur, hear me! Monseigneur, hear my
petition! My husband died of want; so many die of want;
so many more will die of want.’

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Notwithstanding Miss Pross’s denial of her own
imagination, there was a perception of the pain of being
monotonously haunted by one sad idea, in her repetition
of the phrase, walking up and down, which testified to her
possessing such a thing.
The corner has been mentioned as a wonderful corner
for echoes; it had begun to echo so resoundingly to the
tread of coming feet, that it seemed as though the very
mention of that weary pacing to and fro had set it going.
‘Here they are!’ said Miss Pross, rising to break up the
conference; ‘and now we shall have hundreds of people
pretty soon!’
It was such a curious corner in its acoustical properties,
such a peculiar Ear of a place, that as Mr. Lorry stood at
the open window, looking for the father and daughter
whose steps he heard, he fancied they would never
approach. Not only would the echoes die away, as though
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infamous prosecution, grossly infamous; but not the less
likely to succeed on that account.’
‘You have laid me under an obligation to you for life—
in two senses,’ said his late client, taking his hand.
‘I have done my best for you, Mr. Darnay; and my best
is as good as another man’s, I believe.’
It clearly being incumbent on some one to say, ‘Much
better,’ 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.’