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they were wildest, never rose near the happiness that I have known
with you, and that we have before us.

He embraced her, solemnly commended her to Heaven, and
humbly thanked Heaven for having bestowed her on him. By-and-
bye, they went into the house.

There was no one bidden to the marriage but Mr. Lorry; there was
even to be no bridesmaid but the gaunt Miss Pross. The marriage
was to make no change in their place of residence; they had been
able to extend it, by taking to themselves the upper rooms formerly
belonging to the apocryphal invisible lodger, and they desired
nothing more.

Doctor Manette was very cheerful at the little supper. They were
only three at table, and Miss Pross made the third. He regretted
that Charles was not there; was more than half disposed to object to
the loving little plot that kept him away; and drank to him
affectionately.

So, the time came for him to bid Lucie good night, and they
separated. But, in the stillness of the third hour of the morning,
Lucie came downstairs again, and stole into his room; not free from
unshaped fears, beforehand.

All things, however, were in their places; all was quiet; and he lay
asleep, his white hair picturesque on the untroubled pillow, and
his hands lying quiet on the coverlet. She put her needless candle
in the shadow at a distance, crept up to his bed, and put her lips to
his; then, leaned over him, and looked at him.

Into his handsome face, the bitter waters of captivity had worn;
but, he covered up their tracks with a determination so strong, that
he held the mastery of them even in his sleep. A more remarkable
face in its quiet, resolute, and guarded struggle with an unseen
assailant, was not to be beheld in all the wide dominions of sleep,
that night.

She timidly laid her hand on his dear breast, and put up a prayer
that she might ever be as true to him as her love aspired to be, and
as his sorrows deserved. Then, she withdrew her hand, and kissed
his lips once more, and went away. So, the sunrise came, and the
shadows of the leaves of the plane-tree moved upon his face, as
softly as her lips had moved in praying for him.
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