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 FragmentWelcome to consult...hey went into the house, the business 
eye of Mr. Lorry either detected, or fancied it detected, on his face, 
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as it turned towards Charles Darnay, the same singular look that 
had been upon it when it turned towards him in the passages of 
the Court House. 
He recovered himself so quickly, however, that Mr. Lorry had 
doubts of his business eye. The arm of the golden gi**n the hall 
was not more steady than he was, when he stopped under it to 
remark to them that he was not yet proof against slight surprises 
(if he ever would be), and that the rain had startled him. 
Tea-time, and Miss Pross making tea, with another fit of the 
jerks upon her, and yet no Hundreds of people. Mr. Carton had 
lounged in, but he made o
nly Two. 
The night was so very sultry, that although they sat with doors 
and windows open, they were overpowered by heat. When the tea-
table was done with, they all moved to one of the windows, and 
looked out into the heavy twilight. Lucie sat by her father; Darnay 
sat beside her; Carton leaned against a window. The curtains were 
long and white, and some of the thunder-gusts that whirled into 
the corner, caught them up to the ceiling, and waved them like 
spectral wings. 
“The raindrops are still falling, large, heavy, and few,” said 
Doctor Manette. “It comes slowly.” 
“It comes surely,” said Carton. 
They spoke low, as people watching and waiting mostly do; as 
people in a dark room, watching and waiting for Lightning, always 
do. 
There was a great hurry in the streets, of people speeding away 
to get shelter before the storm broke; the wo
nderful corner for 
echoes resounded with the echoes of footsteps coming and going, 
yet not a footstep was there. 
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“A multitude of people, and yet a solitude,” said Darnay, when 
they had listened for a while. 
“Is it not impressive, Mr. Darnay?” asked Lucie. “Sometimes, I 
have sat here of an evening, until I have fancied—but even the 
shade of a foolish fancy makes me shudder tonight, when all is so 
black and solemn—” 
“Let us shudder too. We may know what it is.” 
“It will seem nothing to you. Such whims are o
nly impressive as 
we originate them, I think; they are not to be communicated. I 
have sometimes sat alone here of an evening, listening, until I 
have made the echoes out to be the echoes of all the footsteps that 
are coming by-and-by into our lives.” 
“There is a great crowd coming one day into our lives, if that be 
so,” Sydney Carton struck in, in his moody way. 
The footsteps were incessant, and the hurry of them became 
more and more rapid. The corner echoed and re-echoed with the 
tread of feet; some, as it seemed, under the windows; some, as it 
seemed, in the room; some coming, some going, some breaking off, 
some stopping altogether; all in the distant streets, and not one 
within sight. 
“Are all these footsteps destined to come to all of us, Miss 
Manette, or are we to divide them among us?” 
“I don’t know, Mr. Darnay; I told you it was a foolish fancy, but 
you asked for it. When I have yielded myself to it, I have been 
alone, and then I have imagined them the footsteps of the people 
who are to come into my life, and my father’s.” 
“I take them into mine!” said Carton. “I ask no questions and 
make no stipulations. There is a great crowd bearing down upon 
us, Miss Manette, and I see them—by the Lightning.” He added 
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the last words, after there had been a vivid flash which had shown 
him lounging in the window. 
“And I hear them!” he added again, after a peal of thunder. 
“Here they come, fast, fierce, and furious!” 
It was