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‘What is this？'
With the tears streaming down her face； she put her two hands to her lips； and kissed them to him； then clasped them on her breast； as if she laid his ruined head there。
‘You are not the gaoler's daughter？'
She sighed ‘No。'
‘Who are you？'
Not yet trusting the tones of her voice； she sat down on the bench beside him。 He recoiled； but she laid her hand upon his arm。 A strange thrill struck him when she did so； and visibly passed over his frame； he laid the knife down softly； as he sat staring at her。
Her golden hair； which she wore in long curls； had been hurriedly pushed aside； and fell down over her neck。 Advancing his hand by little and little； he took it up and looked at it。 In the midst of the action he went astray； and； with another deep sigh； fell to work at his shoemaking。
But not for long。 Releasing his arm； she laid her hand upon his shoulder。 After looking doubtfully at it； two or three times； as if to be sure that it was really there； he laid down his work； put his hand to his neck； and took off a blackened string with a scrap of folded rag attached to it。 He opened this； carefully； on his knee； and it contained a very little quantity of hair： not more than one or two long golden hairs； which he had； in some old day； wound on upon his finger。
He took her hair into his hand again； and looked closely at it。 ‘It is the same。 How can it be！ When was it！ How was it！'
As the concentrating expression returned to his forehead； he seemed to bee conscious that it was in hers too。 He turned her full to the light； and looked at her。
‘She had laid her head upon my shoulder； that night when I was summoned out……she had a fear of my going； though I had none……and when I was brought to the North Tower they found these upon my sleeve。 〃You will leave me them？ They can never help me to escape in the body； though they may in the spirit。〃 Those were the words I said。 I remember them very well。'
He formed this speech with his lips many times before he could utter it。 But when he did find spoken words for it； they came to him coherently； though slowly。
‘How was this？……Was it you？'
Once more； the two spectators started； as he turned upon her with a frightful suddenness。 But she sat perfectly still in his grasp； and only said； in a low voice； ‘I entreat you； good gentlemen； do not e near us； do not speak； do not move！'
‘Hark！' he exclaimed。 ‘Whose voice was that？'
His hands released her as he uttered this cry； and went up to his white hair； which they tore in a frenzy。 It died out； as everything but his shoemaking did die out of him； and he refolded his little packet and tried to secure it in his breast； but he still looked at her； and gloomily shook his head。
‘No； no； no； you are too young； too blooming。 It can't be。 See what the prisoner is。 These are not the hands she knew； this is not the face she knew； this is not a voice she ever heard。 No； no。 She was……and He was……before the slow years of the North Tower……ages ago。 What is your name； my gentle angel？'
Hailing his softened tone and manner； his daughter fell upon her knees before him； with her appealing hands upon his breast。
‘O； sir； at another time you shall know my name； and who my mother was； and who my father； and how I never knew their hard； hard history。 But I cannot tell you at this time； and I cannot tell you here。 All that I may tell you； here and now； is； that I pray to you to touch me and to bless me。 Kiss me； kiss me！ O my dear； my dear！'
His cold white head mingled with her radiant hair； which warmed and lighted it as though it were the light of Freedom shining on him。
‘If you hear in my voice……I don't know that it is so； but I hope it is……if you hear in my voice any resemblance to a voice that once was sweet music in your ears； weep for it； weep for it！ If you touch； in touching my hair； anything that recalls a beloved head that lay on your breast when you were young and free； weep for it； weep for it！ If； when I hint to you of a Home that is before us； where I will be true to you with all my duty and with all my faithful service； I bring back the remembrance of a Home long desolate； while your poor heart pined away； weep for it； weep for it！'
She held him closer round the neck； and rocked him on her breast like a child。
‘If' when I tell you； dearest dear； that your agony is over； and that I have e here to take you from it； and that we go to England to be at peace and at rest； I cause you to think of your useful life laid waste； and of our native France so wicked to you； weep for it； weep for it！ And if' when I shall tell you of my name； and of my father who is living； and of my mother who is dead； you learn that I have to kneel to my honoured father； and implore his pardon for having never for his sake striven all day and lain awake and wept all night； because the love of my poor mother hid his torture from me； weep for it； weep for it！ Weep for her； then； and for me！ Good gentlemen； thank God！ I feel his sacred tears upon my face； and his sobs strike against my heart。 O； see Thank God for us； thank God！'
He had sunk in her arms； and his face dropped on her breast： a sight so touching； yet so terrible in the tremendous wrong and suffering which had gone before it； that the two beholders covered their faces。
When the quiet of the garret had been long undisturbed； and his heaving breast and shaken form had long yielded to the calm that must follow all storms……emblem to humanity； of the rest and silence into which the storm called Life must hush at last……they came forward to raise the father and daughter from the ground。 He had gradually dropped to the floor； and lay there in a lethargy； worn out。 She had nestled down with him； that his head might lie upon her arm； and her hair drooping over him curtained him from the light。
‘If； without disturbing him；' she said； raising her hand to Mr。 Lorry as he stooped over them； after repeated blowings of his nose； ‘all could be arranged for our leaving Paris at once； so that； from the very door； he could be taken away………'
‘But； consider。 Is he fit for the journey？' asked Mr。 Lorry。
‘More fit for that； I think； than to remain in this city； so dreadful to him。'
‘It is true；' said Defarge； who was kneeling to look on and hear。 ‘More than that； Monsieur Manette is； for all reasons； best out of France。 Say； shall I hire a carriage and post…horses？'
‘That's business；' said Mr。 Lorry； resuming on the shortest notice his methodical manners； ‘and if business is to be dune； I had better do it。'
‘Then be so kind；' urged Miss Manette； ‘as to leave us here。 You see how posed he has bee； and you cannot be afraid to leave him with me now。 Why should you be？ If you will lock the door to secure us from interruption； I do not doubt that you will find him； when you e back； as quiet as you leave him。 In any case； I will take care of him until you return； and then we will remove him straight。'
Both Mr。 Lorry and Defarge were rather disinclined to this course； and in favour of one of them remaining。 But； as there were not only carriage and horses to be seen to； but travelling papers； and as time pressed； for the day was drawing to an end； it came at last to their hastily dividing the business that was necessary to be done； and hurrying away to do it。
Then； as the darkness closed in； the daughter laid her head down on the hard ground close at the father's side； and watched him。 The darkness deepened and deepened； and they both lay quiet； until a light gleamed through the chinks in the wall。
Mr。 Lorry and Monsieur Defarge had made all ready for the journey； and had brought with them； besides travelling cloaks and wrappers； bread and meat； wine； and hot coffee。 Monsieur Defarge put this provender； and the lamp he carried； on the shoemaker's bench （there was nothing else in the garret but a pallet bed）； and he and Mr。 Lorry roused the captive； and assisted him to his feet。
No human intelligence could have read the mysteries of his mind； in the scared blank wonder of his face。 Whether he knew what had happened； whether he recollected what they had said to him； whether he knew that he was free； were questions which no sagacity could have solved。 They tried speaking to him； but； he was so confused； and so very slow to ans