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his chair in shock. He saw Lucie, her father and her daughter, little
Lucie, with her arms stretched out to him and that serious look on
her face that he knew so well.

‘What is this?’ Mr Lorry cried, breathless and confused. ‘What has
happened? Lucie! Manette! What are you doing here?’
‘Oh, my dear friend!’ cried Lucie, with her look fixed on him, ‘My

husband!’

‘Charles?’
‘Yes! He is here, in Paris! He has been here for three days, or four
days. He was stopped at the city gates and sent to the prison of La
Force.’

The old man let out a cry, but the doctor turned to him with a
brave smile.

‘My dear friend, I was a prisoner in the Bastille. I am one of the
people that this revolution was fought for. My suffering has given
me an influence which got us through the gates of Paris, found us

news of Charles, and brought us here. I knew that we could do it; I
knew that we could help Charles out of danger. I told Lucie so.’

‘Lucie,’ cried Mr Lorry desperately, ‘you must listen to me! For
your dear husband, you must do exactly what I tell you. I must take
you and little Lucie to a room at the back here and you must leave
your father and me alone for two minutes.’
‘Of course,’ said Lucie.

The old man took her to the room and then hurried back to the
doctor.

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