He laid his own upon it as he spoke.。， `I assure you,' returned Mr. Stryver, in the friendliest way, `that I am sorry for it on your account, and sorry for it on the poor father's account. I know this must always be a sore subject with the family; let us say no more about it.'
`It is too late for that. I shall never be better than I am. I shall sink lower, and be worse.'。， Lucie was to be married to-morrow. She had reserved this last evening for her father, and they sat alone under the plane-tree.
`I told you I would,' said Mr. Cruncher, `and I did.'`Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!' his wife implored.。， `Dear Doctor manette always knowing this, always seeing her and you with this hallowed light about you, I have forborne, and forborne, as long as it was in the nature of man to do it. I have felt, and do even now feel, that to bring my love--even mine--between you, is to touch your history with something not quite so good as itself. But I love her. Heaven is my witness that I love her!'
， He devoted himself during the remainder of the evening to keeping a most vigilant watch on Mrs. Cruncher, and sullenly holding her in conversation that she might be prevented from meditating any petitions to his disadvantage. With this view, he urged his son to hold her in conversation also, and led the unfortunate woman a hard life by dwelling on any causes of complaint lie could bring against her, rather than he would leave her for a moment to her own reflections. The devoutest person could have rendered no greater homage to the efficacy of an honest prayer than he did in this distrust of his Mile. It was as if a professed unbeliever in ghosts should be frightened by a ghost story.。， Sydney Carton drank the punch at a great rate; drank it by bumpers, looking at his friend.