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that she had more to say. Mr. Barnstaple paddled slowly.

The shoemaker stopped his work; looked with a vacant air of listening, at the floor on one side of him; then similarly, at the floor on the other side of him; then, upward at the speaker.

that she had more to say. Mr. Barnstaple paddled slowly.

`You can bear a little more light?'

that she had more to say. Mr. Barnstaple paddled slowly.

`I must bear it, if you let it in.' (Laying the palest shadow of a stress upon the second word.)

that she had more to say. Mr. Barnstaple paddled slowly.

The opened half-door was opened a little further, and secured at that angle for the time. A broad ray of light fell into the garret, and showed the workman with an un-finished shoe upon his lap, pausing in his labour. His few common tools and various scraps of leather were at his feet and on his bench. He had a white beard, raggedly cut, but not very long, a hollow face, and exceedingly bright eyes. The hollowness and thinness of his face would have caused them to look large, under his yet dark eyebrows and his confused white hair, though they had been really otherwise; but, they were naturally large, and looked un-naturally so. His yellow rags of shirt lay open at the throat, and showed his body to be withered and worn. He, and his old canvas frock, and his loose stockings, and all his poor tatters of clothes, had, in a long seclusion from direct light and air, faded down to such a dull uniformity of parchment-yellow, that it would have been hard to say which was which.

He had put up a hand between his eyes and the light, and the very bones of it seemed transparent. So he sat, with a steadfastly vacant gaze, pausing in his work. He never looked at the figure before him, without first looking down on this side of himself, then on that, as if he had lost the habit of associating place with sound; he never spoke, without first pandering in this manner, and forgetting to speak.

`Are you going to finish that pair of shoes to-day?' asked Defarge, motioning to Mr. Lorry to come forward.

`Do you mean to finish that pair of shoes to-day?' `I can't say that I mean to. I suppose so. I don't know.'

But, the question reminded him of his work, and he bent over it again.

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