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She might think a thousand things," Carton said, "and any of them would only add to her trouble. Don't speak of me to her. As I said to you when I first came, I had better not see her. I can put my hand out, to do any little helpful work for her that my hand can find to do, without that. You are going to her, I hope? She must be very desolate to-night." ¡¡¡¡"I am going now, directly." ¡¡¡¡"I am glad of that. She has such a strong attachment to you and reliance on you. How does she look?" ¡¡¡¡"Anxious and unhappy, but very beautiful." ¡
¡¡¡"Ah!" ¡¡¡¡It was a long, grieving sound, like a sigh- almost like a sob. It attracted Mr. Lorry's eyes to Carton's face, which was turned to the fire. A light, or a shade (the old gentleman could not have said which), passed from it as swiftly as a change will sweep over a hill-side on a wild bright day, and he lifted his foot to put back one of the little flaming logs, which was tumbling forward. He wore the white riding-coat and top-boots, then in vogue, and the light of the fire touching their light surfaces made