`Yes?' said the Doctor, with evident constraint. `Bring your chair here, and speak on.'
He complied as to the chair, but appeared to find the speaking on less easy.
`I have had the happiness, Doctor Manette, of being so intimate here,' so he at length began, `for some year and a half, that I hope the topic on which I am about to touch may not---'
He was stayed by the Doctor's putting out his hand to stop him. When he had kept it so a little while, he said, drawing it back:
`It is hard for me to speak of her at any time. It is very hard for me to hear her spoken of in that tone of yours, Charles Darnay.'
`It is a tone of fervent admiration, true homage, and deep love, Doctor Manette!' he said deferentially.
There was another blank silence before her father rejoined: `I believe it. I do you justice; I believe it.'
His constraint was so manifest, and it was so manifest, too, that it originated in an unwillingness to approach the subject, that Charles Darnay hesitated.
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To his host he explained that he was moving his safari
there he was gone off somewhere else; so I turned, and
it a good job I didn't take that bottle of physic myself?
in the place—Oriental ware and so on, a library of books
without actually submerging his head, and to regain the
“She carries no lights, of course, but you can just make
any they yet had had to ride, came boiling down upon them...
the still October air was broken only by the chug—chug—chug
gangway above which lowered a green and rotting wooden
They probably had all the material landed there labeled
or that other infinitely more beautiful flower who wandered
The sound of the whistle grew near and nearer; then came