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‘Do you know； Sydney；' said Mr。 Stryver； looking at him with sharp eyes； and slowly drawing a hand across his florid face： ‘do you know； I rather thought； at the time； that you sympathised with the golden…haired doll； and were quick to see what= happened to the golden…haired doll？'
‘Quick to see what happened！ If a girl； doll or no doll； swoons within a yard or two of a man's nose； he can see it without a perspective…glass。 I pledge you； but I deny the beauty。 And now I'll have no more drink； I'll get to bed。'
When his host followed him out on the staircase with a candle； to light him down the stairs； the day was coldly looking in through its grimy windows。 When he got out of the house； the air was cold and sad； the dull sky overcast； the river dark and dim； the whole scene like a lifeless desert。 And wreaths of dust were spinning round and round before the morning blast； as if the desert…sand had risen far away； and the first spray of it in its advance had begun to overwhelm the city。
Waste forces within him； and a desert' all around； this man stood still on his way across a silent terrace； and saw for a moment； lying in the wilderness before him； a mirage of honourable ambition； self…denial； and perseverance。 In the fair city of this vision； there were airy galleries from which the loves and graces looked upon him； gardens in which the fruits of life hung ripening； waters of Hope that sparkled in his sight。 A moment； and it was gone。 Climbing to a high chamber in a well of houses； he threw himself down in his clothes on a neglected bed； and its pillow was wet with wasted tears。
Sadly； sadly； the sun rose； it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions； incapable of their directed exercise； incapable of his own help and his own happiness； sensible of the blight on him； and resigning him…self to let it cat him away。
CHAPTER VI
Hundreds of People
THE quiet lodgings of Doctor Manette were in a quiet street…corner not far from Soho…square。 On the afternoon of a certain fine Sunday when the waves of four months had rolled over the trial for treason； and carried it； as to the public interest and memory； far out to sea； Mr。 Jarvis Lorry walked along the sunny streets from Clerkenwell where he lived； on his way to dine with the Doctor。 After several relapses into business…absorption； Mr。 Lorry had bee the Doctor's friend； and the quiet street…corner was the sunny part of his life。
On this certain fine Sunday； Mr。 Lorry walked towards Soho； early in the afternoon； for three reasons of habit。 Firstly； because； on fine Sundays； he often walked out； before dinner； with the Doctor and Lucie； secondly； because； on unfavourable Sundays； he was accustomed to be with them as the family friend； talking； reading； looking out of window； and generally getting through the day； thirdly； because he happened to have his own little shrewd doubts to solve； and knew how the ways of the Doctor's household pointed to that time as a likely time for solving them。
A quainter corner than the corner where the Doctor lived； was not to be found in London。 There was no way through it； and the front windows of the Doctor's lodgings manded a pleasant little vista of street that had a congenial air of retirement on it。 There were few buildings then； north of the Oxford…road； and forest…trees flourished； and wild flowers grew； and the hawthorn blossomed； in the now vanished fields。 As a consequence； country airs circulated in Soho with vigorous freedom； instead of languishing into the parish like stray paupers without a settlement； and there was many a good south wall； not far off； on which the peaches ripened in their season。
The summer light struck into the corner brilliantly in the earlier part of the day； but； when the streets grew hot； the corner was in shadow； though not in shadow so remote but that you could see beyond it into a glare of brightness。 It was a cool spot； staid but cheerful； a wonderful place for echoes； and a very harbour from the raging streets。
There ought to have been a tranquil bark in such an anchorage； and there was。 The Doctor occupied two floors of a large still house； where several callings purported to be pursued by day； but whereof little was audible any day； and which was shunned by all of them at night。 In a building at the back； attainable by a court…yard' where a plane…tree rustled its green leaves； church…organs claimed to be made； and silver to be chased； and likewise gold to be beaten by some mysterious giant who had a golden arm starting out of the wall of the front hall……as if he had beaten himself precious； and menaced a similar conversion of all visitors。 Very little of these trades； or of a lonely lodger rumoured to live up…stairs； or of a dim coach…trimming maker asserted to have a counting…house below； was ever heard or seen。 Occasionally； a stray workman putting his coat on； traversed the hall； or a stranger peered about there； or a distant clink was heard across the court…yard； or a thump from the golden giant。 These； how…ever； were only the exceptions required to prove the rule that the sparrows in the plane…tree behind the house； and the echoes in the corner before it； had their own way from Sunday morning unto Saturday night。
Doctor Manette received such patients here as his old reputation； and its revival in the floating whispers of his story； brought him。 His scientific knowledge； and his vigilance and skill in conducting ingenious experiments； brought him other…wise into moderate request； and he earned a； much as he wanted。
These things were within Mr。 Jarvis Lorry's knowledge； thoughts； and notice； when he rang the door…bell of the tranquil house in the corner； on the fine Sunday afternoon。
‘Doctor Manette at home？'
Expected home。
‘Miss Lucie at home？'
Expected home。
‘Miss Pross at home？'
Possibly at home； but of a certainty impossible for hand…maid to anticipate intentions of Miss Pross； as to admission or denial of the fact。
‘As I am at home myself；' said Mr。 Lorry； ‘I'll go up…stairs。'
Although the Doctor's daughter had known nothing of the country of her birth； she appeared to have innately derived from it that ability to make much of little means； which is one of its most useful and most agreeable characteristics。 Simple as the furniture was； it was set off by so many little adornments； of no value but for their taste and fancy； that its effect was delightful。 The disposition of everything in the rooms； from the largest object to the least； the arrangement of colours； the elegant variety and contrast obtained by thrift in trifles； by delicate hands； clear eyes； and good sense； were at once so pleasant in themselves； and so expressive of their originator； that； as Mr。 Lorry stood looking about him； the very chairs and tables seemed to ask him； with something of that peculiar expression which he knew so well by this time； whether he approved？
There were three rooms on a floor； and； the doors by which they municated being put open that the air might pass freely through them all； Mr。 Lorry； smilingly observant of that fanciful resemblance which he detected all around him； walked from one to another。 The first was the best room； and in it were Lucie's birds； and flowers； and books； and desk； and work…table； and box of water…colours； the second was the Doctor's consulting…room； used also as the dining…room； the third； changingly speckled by the rustle of the plane…tree in the yard； was the Doctor's bedroom； and there； in a corner； stood the disused shoemaker's bench and tray of tools； much as it had stood on the fifth floor of the dismal house by the wine…shop； in the suburb of Saint Antoine in Paris。
‘I wonder；' said Mr。 Lorry； pausing in his looking about； ‘that he keeps that reminder of his sufferings about him！'
‘And why wonder at that？' was the abrupt inquiry that made him start。
It proceeded from Miss Pross； the wild red woman； strong of hand； whose acquaintance he had first made at the Royal George Hotel at Dover； and had since improved。
‘I should have thought………‘Mr。 Lorry began。
‘Pooh！ You'd have thought！' said Miss Pross； and Mr。 Lorry left off。
‘How do you do？' inquired that lady then……sharply； and yet as if to express that she bore him no malice。
‘I a