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`Iforgotitlongago.'

`And,OmydearestLove!'sheurged,clingingnearertohim,layingherheaduponhisbreast,andraisinghereyestohis,`rememberhowstrongweareinourhappiness,andhowweakheisinhismisery!'

Onthenightofthedayonwhichheleftthehouse,Mr.Lorrywentintohisroomwithachopper,saw,chisel,andhammer,attendedbyMissProsscarryingalight.There,withcloseddoors,andinamysteriousandguiltymanner,Mr.Lorryhackedtheshoemaker'sbenchtopieces,whileMissProssheldthecandleasifshewereassistingatamurder--orwhich,indeed,inhergrimness,shewasnounsuitablefigure.Theburningofthebody(previouslyreducedtopiecesconvenientforthepurpose)wascommencedwithoutdelayinthekitchenfire;andthetools,shoes,andleather,wereburiedinthegarden.Sowickeddodestructionandsecrecyappeartohonestminds,thatMr.LorryandMissPross,whileenragedinthecommissionoftheirdeedandintheremovalofitstraces,almostfelt,andalmostlooked,likeaccomplicesinahorriblecrime.CHAPTERXXAPleaWHENthenewly-marriedpaircamehome,thefirstpersonwhoappeared,toofferhiscongratulations,wasSydneyCarton.Theyhadnotbeenathomemanyhours,whenhepresentedhimself.Hewasnotimprovedinhabits,orinlooks,orinmanner;buttherewasacertainruggedairoffidelityabouthim,whichwasnewtotheobservationofCharlesDarnay.

Thus,therustlingofanAngel'swingsgotblendedwiththeotherechoes,andtheywerenotwhollyofearth,buthadinthemthatbreathofHeaven.Sighsofthewindsthatblewoveralittlegarden-tombweremingledwiththemalso,andbothwereaudibletoLucie,inahushedmurmur--likethebreathingofasummerseaasleepuponasandyshore--asthelittleLucie,comicallystudiousatthetaskofthemorning,ordressingadollathermother'sfootstool,chatteredinthetonguesoftheTwoCitiesthatwereblendedinherlife.

`Ithinknot.Itmaybethecharacterofhismind,tobealwaysinsingularneedofoccupation.Thatmaybe,inpart,naturaltoit;inpart,theresultofaffliction.Thelessitwasoccupiedwithhealthythings,themoreitwouldbeindangerofturningintheunhealthydirection.Hemayhaveobservedhimself,andmadethediscovery.'

`Ithinkso,Carton,bythistime.'

Thattimepassed,andherlittleLucielayonherbosom.Then,amongtheadvancingechoes,therewasthetreadofhertinyfeetandthesoundofherprattlingwords.Letgreaterechoesresoundastheywould,theyoungmotheratthecradlesidecouldalwayshearthosecoming.Theycame,andtheshadyhousewassunnywithachild'slaugh,andtheDivinefriendofchildren,towhominhertroubleshehadconfidedhers,seemedtotakeherchildinHisarms,asHetookthechildofold,andmadeitasacredjoytoher.

`Iamnotatallalarmed.Earnestnessinyouisanythingbutalarmingtome.'

`Myhusband,itisso.Ifearheisnottobereclaimed;thereisscarcelyahopethatanythinginhischaracterorfortunesisreparablenow.But,Iamsurethatheiscapableofgoodthings,gentlethings,evenmagnanimousthings.'Shelookedsobeautifulinthepurityofherfaithinthislostman,thatherhusbandcouldhavelookedatherasshewasforhours.


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