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As Mr. Lorry received these confidences, and as he watched the

face of his friend now sixty-two years of age, a misgiving arose

within him that such dread experiences would revive the old

danger.

But, he had never seen his friend in his present aspect: he had

never at all known him in his present character. For the first

time the Doctor felt, now, that his suffering was strength and

power. For the first time he felt that in that sharp fire, he had

slowly forged the iron which could break the prison door of his

daughter's husband, and deliver him. "It all tended to a good

end, my friend; it was not mere waste and ruin. As my beloved

child was helpful in restoring me to myself, I will be helpful

now in restoring the dearest part of herself to her; by the aid

of Heaven I will do it!" Thus, Doctor Manette. And when Jarvis

Lorry saw the kindled eyes, the resolute face, the calm strong

look and bearing of the man whose life always seemed to him to

have been stopped, like a clock, for so many years, and then set

going again with an energy which had lain dormant during the

cessation of its usefulness, he believed.