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| Can’t be helped. Touch that string, and he instantly changes for the worse. Better leave it alone. Ladybird has to walk with him and bring him back to himself. | |
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| Charles Darnay had loved Lucie Manette from the hour of his danger. He had never heard a sound so sweet and dear as the sound of her compassionate voice; he had never seen a face so tenderly beautiful, as hers when it was confronted with his own on the edge of the grave that had been dug for him. But, he had not yet spoken a single word to her on the state of his heart. |
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| That he had his reasons for this, he knew full well. It was again a summer day when, lately arrived in London from his college occupation, he turned into the quiet corner in Soho, bent on seeking an opportunity of opening his mind to Doctor Manette. |
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