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A worthy old man tries to do a worthy work, his fellow-servants cavil at him, and his master, who should encourage him, laughs at him for his pains." "I assure you, my dear, I'm not laughing at Uncle Simon." "Then at me, perhaps; that is infinitely better." "And not at you, either; I'm amused at the situation." "Well, Manette ca'ied him off dis mo'nin'," resumed Eliza. "Manette!" exclaimed Mrs.
I loved Manette, but she suffered for me, for I was not like the others, and my ways were different then. I had lived up there on the Warais among the lodges, and I had not seen things only from my father, and he did so much in an Indian way.
"At the hour most convenient for you," responded Julien, quickly, anxious to conciliate her; "you will serve my meals in my room." As the driver had now finished his bottle, they left the room together. As soon as the door was closed, Manette and her son exchanged sarcastic looks. "He a Buxieres!" growled Claudet. "He looks like a student priest in vacation."
The management of the district, which Claudet had undertaken for him, would now fall entirely on his shoulders, and just at the time of the timber sales and the renewal of the fences. Besides all this, he had Manette on his conscience, thinking he ought to try to soften her grief at her son's unexpected departure.
The likeness passed away, like a breath along the surface of the gaunt pier-glass behind her, on the frame of which, a hospital procession of negro cupids, several headless and all cripples, were offering black baskets of Dead Sea fruit to black divinities of the feminine gender and he made his formal bow to Miss Manette. "Pray take a seat, sir."
Jarvis Lorry and Miss Manette, emerging from the wine-shop thus, joined Monsieur Defarge in the doorway to which he had directed his own company just before. It opened from a stinking little black courtyard, and was the general public entrance to a great pile of houses, inhabited by a great number of people.
And when the dog got up from near the stove and came near to him, he added: "I be, Touser; I be a durn fool, for I ought to ha' stole two or three, an' then I'd not be alone, an' nothin' but sour bread an' pork to eat. I ought to ha' stole three." "Ah, Manette ought to have given you some of your own, it's true, that!" said Duc stolidly. "You never was a real father, Jim."
There appearing to be no other door on that floor, and the keeper of the wine-shop going straight to this one when they were left alone, Mr. Lorry asked him in a whisper, with a little anger: "Do you make a show of Monsieur Manette?" "I show him, in the way you have seen, to a chosen few." "Is that well?" "I think it is well." "Who are the few? How do you choose them?"
And then, in quite another book Maurice Thompson's Sweetheart Manette I came upon this: "Why can't you tell me?" asked Rowland Hatch. "I don't know that I have the right," replied Manette. "Why?" "Because!" Now, that word 'because' is very interesting. 'It is a woman's reason, Miss Reed confides to us. That may, or may not, be so. I know nothing about that. It is not my business.
The lights were nearly all extinguished in the passages, the iron gates were being closed with a jar and a rattle, and the dismal place was deserted until to-morrow morning's interest of gallows, pillory, whipping-post, and branding-iron, should repeople it. Walking between her father and Mr. Darnay, Lucie Manette passed into the open air.
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