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"Good night, Mr. Carton," said the man of business. "Good night,

Mr. Darnay. Shall we ever see such a night again, together!"

Perhaps. Perhaps, see the great crowd of people with its rush and

roar, bearing down upon them, too.

CHAPTER VII. Monseigneur in Town

Monseigneur, one of the great lords in power at the Court, held

his fortnightly reception in his grand hotel in Paris.

Monseigneur was in his inner room, his sanctuary of sanctuaries,

the Holiest of Holiests to the crowd of worshippers in the suite

of rooms without. Monseigneur was about to take his chocolate.

Monseigneur could swallow a great many things with ease, and was

by some few sullen minds supposed to be rather rapidly swallowing

France; but, his morning's chocolate could not so much as get

into the throat of Monseigneur, without the aid of four strong

men besides the Cook.