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he had very gently raised her, and the hands that had not ceased

to clasp his wrists were so much more steady than they had been,

that she communicated some reassurance to Mr. Jarvis Lorry.

“That’s right, that’s right. Courage! Business! You have

business before you; useful business. Miss Manette, your mother

took this course with you. And when she diedI believe broken-

heartedhaving never slackened her unavailing search for your

father, she left you, at two years old, to grow to be blooming,

beautiful, and happy, without the dark cloud upon you of living in

uncertainty whether your father soon wore his heart out in prison,

or wasted there through many lingering years.”

As he said the words he looked down, with an admiring pity, on

the flowing golden hair; as if he pictured to himself that it might

have been already tinged with grey.

“You know that your parents had no great possession, and that

what they had was secured to your mother and to you. There has