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Mr. Lorry was already out when he got back, and it was easy to

surmise where the good old man was gone. Sydney Carton drank

nothing but a little coffee, ate some bread, and, having washed

and changed to refresh himself, went out to the place of trial.

The court was all astir and a-buzz, when the black sheep--whom

many fell away from in dread--pressed him into an obscure corner

among the crowd. Mr. Lorry was there, and Doctor Manette was

there. She was there, sitting beside her father.

When her husband was brought in, she turned a look upon him, so

sustaining, so encouraging, so full of admiring love and pitying

tenderness, yet so courageous for his sake, that it called the

healthy blood into his face, brightened his glance, and animated

his heart. If there had been any eyes to notice the influence of

her look, on Sydney Carton, it would have been seen to be the

same influence exactly.