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It was an oppressive day, and, after dinner, Lucie proposed that

the wine should be carried out under the plane-tree, and they

should sit there in the air. As everything turned upon her, and

revolved about her, they went out under the plane-tree, and she

carried the wine down for the special benefit of Mr. Lorry. She

had installed herself, some time before, as Mr. Lorry's

cup-bearer; and while they sat under the plane-tree, talking, she

kept his glass replenished. Mysterious backs and ends of houses

peeped at them as they talked, and the plane-tree whispered to

them in its own way above their heads.

Still, the Hundreds of people did not present themselves. Mr.

Darnay presented himself while they were sitting under the

plane-tree, but he was only One.