| That time passed, and now she had her little Lucie, whom she cradled in her arms. Then she would hear among the echoes the sound of her daughter’s tiny feet and her baby talk. But there were other echoes that were rumbling off in the distance all this time. And it was around Little Lucie’s sixth birthday that they started to get louder, like a great storm in France with a dreadful sea rising. |
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| ne night in the middle of July 1789, Mr. Lorry came in late from Tellson’s Bank and sat down by Lucie and her husband in the dark window. |
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| That looks bad, you know how gloomy and threatening the situation is over there. | |
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| I’m happy that you’re at home. All of this anxiousness that I’ve been surrounded by all day has made me nervous for no reason. You’re not going out, I hope? These echoes are very numerous and very loud, though, aren’t they? Listen to them! | |
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