" ¡¡¡¡The papers are handed out, and read. ¡¡¡¡"Alexandre Manette. Physician. French. Which is he?" ¡¡¡¡This is he; this helpless, inarticulately murmuring, wandering old man pointed out. ¡¡¡¡"Apparently the Citizen-Doctor is not in his right mind? The Revolution-fever will have been too much for him?" ¡¡¡¡Greatly too much for him. ¡¡¡¡"Hah! Many suffer with it. Lucie. His daughter. French. Which is she?" ¡¡¡¡This is
is it not?" ¡¡¡¡It is. ¡¡¡¡"Hah! Evremonde has an assignation elsewhere. Lucie, her child. English. This is she?" ¡¡¡¡She and no other. ¡¡¡¡"Kiss me, child of Evremonde. Now, thou hast kissed a good Republican; something new in thy family; remember it! Sydney Carton. Advocate. English. Which is he?" ¡¡¡¡He lies here, in this corner of the carriage. He, too, is pointed out.
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