`That's a fair young lady to hand to a coach in the dark, Mr. Darnay!' he said, filling his new goblet.
A slight frown and a laconic `Yes,' were the answer.
`That's a fair young lady to be pitied by and wept for by! How does it feel? Is it worth being tried for one's life, to be the object of such sympathy and compassion, Mr. Darnay?'
Again Darnay answered not a word.
`She was mightily pleased to have your message, when I gave it her. Not that she showed she was pleased, but I suppose she was.'
The allusion served as a timely reminder to Darnay that this disagreeable companion had, of his own free will, assisted him in the strait of the day. He turned the dialogue to that point, and thanked him for it.
`I neither want any thanks, nor merit any,' was the careless rejoinder. `It was nothing to do, in the first place; and I don't know why I did it, in the second. Mr. Darnay, let' me ask you a question.'
`Willingly, and a small return for your good offices.'
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very slowly northward along the trail that connects with
so far. My horse has a very even pace. If you would let
to leave Rome without being stopped and interrogated. If
rain drenched clothing. Now, during the second night of
reward that they would win from him if they carried his
‘It shall be as my lord commands,’ replied the slave,
with all along the Latin Way? When the horsemen had refreshed
they would search in this direction, and the chances were
was the especial pride and joy of My Dear and Meriem. The
sitting by the open gateway, bade his guest an affectionate
reason we have seen so many parrots lately; the cheucau
great walls and citadel towering on the height above told