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when her husband stood upon his feet, she dropped insensible in his arms.
Jerry (almost wholly transferred to them by Mr. Lorry) had become their daily retainer,
universal fear and distrust
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National Razor
Solomon.
brother!" cried Miss Pross,
this precious brother had spent her money and left her!
You was a spy—
"Barsad,"
Sydney Carton.
Mr. Barsad was not a Sheep of the Prisons."
Sheep was a cant word of the time for a spy,
John Barsad, or Solomon Pross, walked at his side.
Mr. Barsad, now in the employ of the republican French government, was formerly in the employ of the aristocratic English government, the enemy of France and freedom.
English traitor
He knew, as every one employed as he was did, that he was never safe; that
he foresaw that the dreadful woman of whose unrelenting character he had seen many proofs, would produce against him that fatal register, and would quash his last chance of life.
Roger Cly,
"So you put him in his coffin?" "I did." "Who took him out of it?"
"I am in my seventy-eighth year."
Mr. Lorry,
"There is nobody to weep for me."
as I draw closer and closer to the end, I travel in the circle, nearer and nearer to the beginning.
My heart is touched now, by many remembrances that had long fallen asleep,
my young way
was never the way to age.
One Hundred and Five, North Tower,
"A life you love."
"Tell the Wind and the Fire where to stop; not me!"
poor little seamstress, who was with you in La Force."
warmed and softened to this pitiable girl.
vigorous tenacity of love, always so much stronger than hate,
she never will hear anything else in this world." And indeed she never did.
Sow the same seed of rapacious license and oppression over again, and it will surely yield the same fruit according to its kind.
clocks are on the stroke of three,
there is no Time there, and no trouble there."
"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known."
