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Let me kiss my dear girl with an old-fashioned bachelor blessing,

before Somebody comes to claim his own."

For a moment, he held the fair face from him to look at the

well-remembered expression on the forehead, and then laid the

bright golden hair against his little brown wig, with a genuine

tenderness and delicacy which, if such things be old-fashioned,

were as old as Adam.

The door of the Doctor's room opened, and he came out with

Charles Darnay. He was so deadly pale--which had not been the

case when they went in together--that no vestige of colour was to

be seen in his face. But, in the composure of his manner he was

unaltered, except that to the shrewd glance of Mr. Lorry it

disclosed some shadowy indication that the old air of avoidance

and dread had lately passed over him, like a cold wind.