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Indeed, I begin to think we are not much alike in any particular, you and I." Confused by the emotion of the day, and feeling his being there with this Double of coarse deportment, to be like a dream, Charles Darnay was at a loss how to answer; finally, answered not at all. "Now your dinner is done," Carton presently said, "why don't you call a health, Mr. Darnay; why don't you give your toast?"
Here, I felt instinctively, were the "new" woman and the "new" man, if there are such things. I wondered just how they would hit it off together. For the moment, at least, Clare Kendall was an absorbing study, as she greeted us with a frank, jerky straight-arm handshake. "Mr. Carton," she said directly, "has told me that he received an anonymous letter this morning. May I see it?"
Marie, it's all off!" All the brazen assurance with which she had met us was gone. She looked from one to the other and read that it was the end. With a shriek, she suddenly darted past us, out of the door. Down the hall was Ike the Dropper with the policeman and Carton. Beside her was a stairway leading to the upper floors. She chose the stairs.
It is big business, in its way, that Carton is fighting big business in the commercialized ruin of girls, such, perhaps, as Betty Blackwell a vicious system that enmeshes even those who are its tools. I'm glad if I can have a chance to help smash it. "Now, I'll tell you what I want you to do, just so that we can start this thing with a clear understanding of what it amounts to.
It was clever, as he presented it, with scarcely a reference to the name of Murtha, the beneficiary of such tactics as though, perhaps, Murtha's case was in his mind separate and would be attended to later when his turn came. Rapidly, concisely, convincingly, Carton presented the facts. Now and then Kahn would rise to object to something as incompetent, irrelevant, and immaterial.
"He won't come back," asserted Kennedy positively. "It was an inside job and he did it." Carton gasped astonishment. "At any rate," pursued Kennedy, "one thing we have which the police greatly neglect a record. We have made some progress in reconstructing the crime, as Bertillon used to call it." "Strange that he should take only photographs," I mused.
Lastly, came my Lord himself, turning the suit of clothes, now inside out, now outside in, but on the whole decidedly trimming and shaping them into grave-clothes for the prisoner. And now, the jury turned to consider, and the great flies swarmed again. Mr. Carton, who had so long sat looking at the ceiling of the court, changed neither his place nor his attitude, even in this excitement.
If he would laugh, he reads Tam O'Shanter; if he would weep, he reads of the death of Little Nell. If he would see real heroism, he follows Sidney Carton to the scaffold, or Esther into the presence of the King. Through his books he comes to know Quasimodo and Sir Galahad; Becky Sharp and Penelope; Aaron Burr and Enoch Arden; and Herodias and Florence Nightingale.
With a deprecatory grunt, the jackal again complied. "The old Sydney Carton of old Shrewsbury School," said Stryver, nodding his head over him as he reviewed him in the present and the past, "the old seesaw Sydney. Up one minute and down the next; now in spirits and now in despondency!" "Ah!" returned the other, sighing: "yes! The same Sydney, with the same luck.
A wondrous virtue seemed to lurk in the majestic words that the boy recited. By that virtue Sydney Carton, Frank Bullen, and a host of others passed from death into life everlasting. I began by saying that it is a great thing a very great thing to be able to save those you love by dying for them. I close by stating the companion truth. It is a great thing a very great thing to have been died for.
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