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 FragmentWelcome to consult...o, and both were audible
to Lucie, in a hushed murmur—like the breathing of a summer sea
asleep upon a sandy shore—as the little Lucie, comically studious
at the task of the morning, or dressing a doll at her mother’s
footstool, chattered in the tongues of the Two Cities that were
blended in her life.

The echoes rarely answered to the actual tread of Sydney

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Carton. Some half-dozen times a year, at most, he claimed his
privilege of coming in uninvited, and would sit among them
through the evening, as he had once done often. He never came
there heated with wine. And one other thing regarding him was
whispered in the echoes, which has been whispered by all true
echoes for ages and ages.

No man ever really loved a woman, lost her, and knew her with
a blameless though an unchanged mind, when she was a wife and
a mother, but her children had a strange sympathy with him—an
instinctive delicacy of pity for him. What fine hidden sensibilities
are touched in such a case, no echoes tell; but it is so, and it was so
here. Carton was the first stranger to whom little Lucie held out
her chubby arms, and he kept his place with her as she grew. The
little boy had spoken of him, almost at the last. “Poor Carton! Kiss
him for me!”

Mr. Stryver shouldered his way through the law, like some
great engine forcing itself through turbid water, and dragged his
useful friend in his wake, like a boat towed astern. As the boat so
favoured is usually in a rough plight, and mostly under water, so,
Sydney had a swamped life of it. But, easy and strong custom,
unhappily so much easier and stronger in him than any
stimulating sense of desert or disgrace, made it the life he was to
lead; and he no more thought of emerging from his state of lion’s
jackal, than any real jackal may be supposed to think of rising to
be a lion. Stryver was rich; had married a florid widow with
property and three boys, who had nothing particularly shining
about them but the straight hair of their dumpling heads.

These three young gentlemen, Mr. Stryver, exuding patronage
of the most offensive quality from every pore, had walked before

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him like three sheep to the quiet corner in Soho, and had offered
as pupils to Lucie’s husband: delicately saying, “Halloa! here are
three lumps of bread-and-cheese towards your matrimonial picnic,
Darnay!” The polite rejection of the three lumps of bread-andcheese had quite bloated Mr. Stryver with indignation, which he
afterwards turned to account in the training of the young
gentlemen, by directing them to beware of the pride of Beggars,
like that tutor-fellow. He was also in the habit of declaiming to
Mrs. Stryver, over his full-bodied wine, on the arts Mrs. Darnay
had once put in practice to ‘catch’ him, and on the diamond-cutdiamond arts in himself, madam, which had rendered him ‘not to
be caught.’ Some of his King’s Bench familiars, who were
occasionally parties to the full-bodied wine, and the lie, excused
him for the latter by saying that he had told it so often, that he
believed it himself—which is surely such an incorrigible
aggravation of an originally bad offence, as to justify any such
offender’s being carried off to some suitably retired spot, and
there hanged out of the way.

These were among the echoes to which Lucie, sometimes
pensive, sometimes amused and laughing, listened in the echoing
corner, until her little daughter was six years old. How near to her
heart the echoes of her child’s tread came, and those of her own
dear father’s, always active and self-possessed, and those of her
dear husband’s, need not be told. Nor, how the lightest echo of
their united home, directed by herself with such a wise and
elegant thrift that it was more abundant than any waste, was
music to her. Nor, how there were echoes all about her, sweet in
her ears, of the many times her father had told her that he found
her more devoted to him married (if that could be) than single, and

Charles