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Carton stooped to pick up the coat, which lay almost entangling

his feet. As he did so, a small case in which the Doctor was

accustomed to carry the lists of his day's duties, fell lightly

on the floor. Carton took it up, and there was a folded paper in

it. "We should look at this!" he said. Mr. Lorry nodded his

consent. He opened it, and exclaimed, "Thank God!"

"What is it?" asked Mr. Lorry, eagerly.

"A moment! Let me speak of it in its place. First," he put his

hand in his coat, and took another paper from it, "that is the

certificate which enables me to pass out of this city. Look at

it. You see--Sydney Carton, an Englishman?"

Mr. Lorry held it open in his hand, gazing in his earnest face.

"Keep it for me until to-morrow. I shall see him to-morrow, you

remember, and I had better not take it into the prison."

"Why not?"