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The footsteps were incessant, and the hurry of them became more

and more rapid. The corner echoed and re-echoed with the tread of

feet; some, as it seemed, under the windows; some, as it seemed,

in the room; some coming, some going, some breaking off, some

stopping altogether; all in the distant streets, and not one

within sight.

"Are all these footsteps destined to come to all of us, Miss

Manette, or are we to divide them among us?"

"I don't know, Mr. Darnay; I told you it was a foolish fancy, but

you asked for it. When I have yielded myself to it, I have been

alone, and then I have imagined them the footsteps of the people

who are to come into my life, and my father's."

"I take them into mine!" said Carton. "I ask no questions and

make no stipulations. There is a great crowd bearing down upon

us, Miss Manette, and I see them--by the Lightning." He added the

last words, after there had been a vivid flash which had shown

him lounging in the window.