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Don't you see she will fall！'
There was much miseration for her as she was removed； and much sympathy with her father。 It had evidently been a great distress to him； to have the days of his imprisonment recalled。 He had shown strong internal agitation when he was questioned； and that pondering or brooding look which made him old； had been upon him； like a heavy cloud； ever since。 As he passed out； the jury； who had turned back and paused a moment； spoke； through their foreman。
They were not agreed； and wished to retire。 My Lord （perhaps with George Washington on his mind） showed some surprise that they were not agreed； but signified his pleasure that they should retire under watch and ward； and retired himself。 The trial had lasted all day； and the lamps in the court were now being lighted。 It began to be rumoured that the jury would be out a long while。 The spectators dropped off to get refreshment； and the prisoner withdrew to the back of the dock； and sat down。
Mr。 Larry； who had gone out when the young lady and her father went out； now reappeared； and beckoned to Jerry： who； in the slackened interest； could easily get near him。
‘Jerry； if you wish to take something to eat； you can。 But； keep in the way。 You will be sure to hear when the jury e in。 Don't be a moment behind them； for I want you to take the verdict back to the bank。 You are the quickest messenger I know； and will get to Temple Bar long before I can。'
Jerry had just enough forehead to knuckle； and he knuckled in acknowledgment of this munication and a shilling。
Mr。 Carton came up at the moment； and touched Mr。 Lorry on the arm。
‘How is the young lady？'
‘She is greatly distressed； but her father is forting her； and she feels the better for being out of court。'
‘I'll tell the prisoner so。 It won't do for a respectable bank gentleman like you； to be seen speaking to him publicly； you know。'
Mr。 Lorry reddened as if he were conscious of having debated the point in his mind； and Mr。 Carton made his way to the outside of the bar。 The way out of court lay in that direction； and Jerry followed him； all eyes； ears； and spikes。
‘Mr。 Darnay！'
The prisoner came forward directly。
‘You will naturally be anxious to hear of the witness； Miss Manette。 She will do very well。 You have seen the worst of her agitation。'
‘I am deeply sorry to have been the cause of it。 Could you tell her so for me； with my fervent acknowledgments？'
‘Yes； I could。 I will； if you ask it。'
Mr。 Carton's manner was so careless as to be almost insolent。 He stood； half turned from the prisoner； lounging with his elbow against the bar。
‘I do ask it。 Accept my cordial thanks。'
‘What；' said Carton； still only half turned towards him； ‘do you expect； Mr。 Darnay？'
‘The worst。'
‘It's the wisest thing to expect； and the likeliest。 But I think their withdrawing is in your favour。
Loitering on the way out of court not being allowed； Jerry heard no more： but left them……so like each other in feature； so unlike each other in manner……standing side by side； both reflected in the glass above them。
An hour and a half limped heavily away in the thief…and…rascal crowded passages below； even though assisted off with mutton pies and ale。 The hoarse messenger； unfortably seated on a form after taking that refection； had dropped into a doze； when a loud murmur and a rapid tide of people setting up the stairs that led to the court； carried him along with them。
‘Jerry！ Jerry！' Mr。 Lorry was already calling at the door when he got there。
‘Here； sir！ It's a fight to get back again。 Here I am； sir！'
Mr。 Lorry handed him a paper through the throng。 ‘Quick！ Have you got it？'
‘Yes； sir！'
Hastily written on the paper was the word ‘ACQUITTED'。
‘If you had sent the message； 〃Recalled to Life；〃 again； muttered Jerry； as he turned； ‘I should have known what you meant； this time。'
He had no opportunity of saying； or so much as thinking； anything else； until he was clear of the Old Bailey； for； the crowd came pouring out with a vehemence that nearly took him off his legs； and a loud buzz swept into the street as if the baffled blue…flies were dispersing in search of other carrion。
CHAPTER IV
Congratulatory
FROM the dimly…lighted passages of the court； the last sediment of the human stew that had been boiling there all day； was straining off； when Doctor Manette； Lucie Manette； his daughter； Mr。 Lorry； the solicitor for the defence； and its counsel； Mr。 Stryver； stood gathered round Mr。 Charles Darnay……just released……congratulating him on his escape from death。
It would have been difficult by a far brighter light； to recognise in Doctor Manette； intellectual of face and upright of bearing； the shoemaker of the garret in Paris。 Yet； no one could have looked at him twice； without liking again： even though the opportunity of observation had not extended to the mournful cadence of his low grave voice； and to the abstraction that overclouded him fitfully； without any apparent reason。 While one external cause； and that a reference to his long lingering agony； would always……as on the trial……evoke this condition from the depths of his soul； it was also in its nature to arise of itself； and to draw a gloom over him； as inprehensible to those unacquainted with his story as if they had seen the shadow of the actual Bastille thrown upon him by a summer sun； when the substance was three hundred miles away。
Only his daughter had the power of charming this black brooding from his mind。 She was the golden thread that united him to a Past beyond his misery； and to a Present beyond his misery： and the sound of her voice； the light of her face； the touch of her hand； had a strong beneficial influence with him almost always。 Not absolutely always； for she could recall some occasions on which her power had failed； but they were few and slight； and she believed them over。
Mr。 Darnay had kissed her hand fervently and gratefully； and had turned to Mr。 Stryver； whom he warmly thanked。 Mr。 Stryver； a man of little more than thirty； but looking twenty years older than he was； stout； loud； red； bluff； and free from any drawback of delicacy； had a pushing way of shouldering himself （morally and physically） into panies and conversations