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A trading-boat, with a sail of the softened colour of a dead leaf,

then glided into his view, floated by him, and died away. As its

silent track in the water disappeared, the prayer that had broken

up out of his heart for a merciful consideration of all his poor

blindness and errors, ended in the words, “I am the resurrection

and the life.”

Mr. Lorry was already out when he got back, and it was easy to

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surmise where the good old man was gone. Sydney Carton drank

nothing but a little coffee, ate some bread, and, having washed and

changed to refresh himself, went out to the place of trial.

The court was all astir and a-buzz, when the black sheep

whom many fell away from in dreadpressed him into an obscure

corner among the crowd. Mr. Lorry was there, and Doctor

Manette was there. She was there, sitting beside her father.

When her husband was brought in, she turned a look upon him,

so sustaining, so encouraging, so full of admiring love, and pitying

tenderness, yet so courageous for his sake, that it called the

healthy blood into his face, brightened his glance, and animated

his heart. If there had been any eyes to notice the influence of her

look, on Sydney Carton, it would have been seen to be the same

influence exactly.

Before that unjust Tribunal, there was little or no order of

procedure, ensuring to any accused person any reasonable

hearing. There could have been no such Revolution, if all laws,

forms, and ceremonies, had not first been so monstrously abused,

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