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"I know it well," answered Carton. "Be careful of my friend, I

entreat you, and leave me."

"Come, then, my children," said Barsad. "Lift him, and come

away!"

The door closed, and Carton was left alone. Straining his powers

of listening to the utmost, he listened for any sound that might

denote suspicion or alarm. There was none. Keys turned, doors

clashed, footsteps passed along distant passages: no cry was

raised, or hurry made, that seemed unusual. Breathing more freely

in a little while, he sat down at the table, and listened again

until the clock struck Two.