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"We will set him above their mercies very soon. I left him

climbing to the window, and I came to tell you. There is no one

here to see. You may kiss your hand towards that highest shelving

roof."

"I do so, father, and I send him my Soul with it!"

"You cannot see him, my poor dear?"

"No, father," said Lucie, yearning and weeping as she kissed her

hand, "no."

A footstep in the snow. Madame Defarge. "I salute you,

citizeness," from the Doctor. "I salute you, citizen." This in

passing. Nothing more. Madame Defarge gone, like a shadow over

the white road.

"Give me your arm, my love. Pass from here with an air of

cheerfulness and courage, for his sake. That was well done;" they

had left the spot; "it shall not be in vain. Charles is summoned

for to-morrow."

"For to-morrow!"