Then, as the darkness closed in, the daughter laid her head down on the hard ground close at the father's side, and watched him. The darkness deepened and deepened, and they both lay quiet, until a light gleamed through the chinks in the wall.
Mr. Lorry and Monsieur Defarge had made all ready for the journey, and had brought with them, besides travelling cloaks and wrappers, bread and meat, wine, and hot coffee. Monsieur Defarge put this provender, and the lamp he carried, on the shoemaker's bench (there was nothing else in the garret but a pallet bed), and he and Mr. Lorry roused the captive, and assisted him to his feet.
No human intelligence could have read the mysteries of his mind, in the scared blank wonder of his face. Whether he knew what had happened, whether he recollected what they had said to him, whether he knew that he was free, were questions which no sagacity could have solved. They tried speaking to him; but, he was so confused, and so very slow to answer, that they took fright at his bewilderment, and agreed for the time to tamper with him no more. He had a wild, lost manner of occasionally clasping his head in his hands, that had not been seen in him before; yet, he had some pleasure in the mere sound of his daughter's voice, and invariably turned to it when she spoke.
In the submissive way of one long accustomed to obey under coercion, he ate and drank what they gave him to eat and drink, and put on the cloak and other wrappings, that they gave him to wear. He readily responded to his daughter's drawing her arm through his, and took--and kept--her hand in both his own.
They began to descend; Monsieur Defarge going first with the lamp, Mr. Lorry closing the little procession. They had not traversed many steps of the long main staircase when he stopped, and stared at the roof and round at the walls.
`You remember the place, my father? You remember coming up here?
But, before she could repeat the question, he murmured an answer as if she had repeated it.
`Remember? No, I don't remember. It was so very long ago.'
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and the home chestnuts — oh, how deep they lay in the
very far down, and be unable to guide her boat out of the
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...[detailed]misunderstanding, and left only the deep, underlying, unshakable
VILLON.-IamtemptedtoregretthatIeverwroteonthissubject,notmerelybecausethepaperstrikesmeastoopictures
...[detailed]which was left with the prow lodging and protruding through
Youwouldnotimaginehowmanyadventures,howmanytragedies,lieburiedawayoutofsightinthatDolorousCity;howmu
...[detailed]were none; then the river lay before her. She seized an
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...[detailed]to tell him that she loved him. A dozen times she thought
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...[detailed]forth, as if her life were a stored-up force that was being
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...[detailed]golden dragon. Max pulled the keys from his pocket, and
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...[detailed]no room for hesitation, and she floated into the current.
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...[detailed]in all the finer points of big game hunting. Of an evening
The next instant the boat was no longer seen upon the water,
