been no new discovery, of money, or of any other property; but”

He felt his wrist held closer, and he stopped. The expression in the

forehead, which had so particularly attracted his notice, and which

was now immovable, had deepened into one of pain and horror.

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“But he has beenbeen found. He is alive. Greatly changed, it

is too probable; almost a wreck, it is possible; though we will hope

for the best. Still, alive. Your father has been taken to the house of

an old servant in Paris, and we are going there: I, to identify him if

I can: you, to restore him to life, love, duty, rest, comfort.”

A shiver ran through her frame, and from it through his. She

said, in a low, distinct, awe-stricken voice, as if she were saying it

in a dream, “I am going to see his Ghost! It will be his Ghostnot

him!”

Mr. Lorry quietly chafed the hands that held his arm. “There,

there, there! See now, see now! The best and the worst are known

to you, now. You are well on your way to the poor wronged

gentleman, and, with a fair sea voyage, and a fair land journey, you

will be soon at his dear side.”

She repeated in the same tone, sunk to a whisper, “I have been

free, I have been happy, yet his Ghost has never haunted me!”

“Only one thing more,” said Mr. Lorry, laying stress upon it as a

wholesome means of enforcing her attention: “he has been found

under another name; his own, long forgotten or long concealed. It

would be worse than useless now to inquire which; worse than

useless to seek to know whether he has been for years overlooked,

or always designedly held prisoner. It would be worse than useless

now to make any inquiries, because it would be dangerous. Better

not to mention the subject, anywhere or in any way, and to remove

himfor a while at all eventsout of France. Even I, safe as an

Englishman, and even Tellson’s, important as they are to French

credit, avoid all naming of the matter. I carry about me, not a

scrap of writing openly referring to it. This is a secret service

altogether. My credentials, entries, and memoranda, are all

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comprehended in the one line, ‘Recalled to Life’; which may mean

anything. But what is the matter! She doesn’t notice a word! Miss

Manette!”

Perfectly still and silent, and not even fallen back in her chair,

she sat under his hand, utterly insensible; with her eyes open and

fixed upon him, and with that last expression looking as if it were

carved or branded into her forehead. So close was her hold upon

his arm, that he feared to detach himself lest he should hurt her;

therefore he called out loudly for assistance without moving.

A wild-looking woman, whom even in his agitation, Mr. Lorry

observed to be all of a red colour, and to have red hair, and to be

dressed in some extraordinary tight-fitting fashion, and to have on

her head a most wonderful bonnet like a Grenadier wooden

measure, and good measure too, or a great Stilton cheese, came

running into the room in advance of the inn servants, and soon