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unless he, the Doctor, dissolved the obligation-kept inviolate
between them. Nobody else knew it to be his name; his own wife
had no suspicion of the fact; Mr. Lorry could have none.

“No,” said Mr. Lorry, in reply to the House; “I have referred it, I
think, to everybody now here, and no one can tell me where this
gentleman is to be found.” The hands of the clock verging upon the
hour of closing the Bank, there was a general set of the current of
talkers past Mr. Lorry’s desk. He held the letter out inquiringly;
and Monseigneur looked at it, in the person of this plotting and
indignant refugee; and Monseigneur looked at it in the person of
that plotting and indignant refugee; and This, That, and The Other,
all had something disparaging to say, in French or in English,
concerning the Marquis who was not to be found.

“Nephew, I believe-but in any case degenerate successor-of the
polished Marquis who was murdered,” said one. “Happy to say, I
never knew him.” “A craven who abandoned his post,” said
another-this Monseigneur had been got out of Paris, legs
uppermost and half suffocated, in a load of hay-“some years ago.”
“Infected with the new doctrines,” said a third, eyeing the
direction through his glass in passing; “set himself in opposition to
the last Marquis, abandoned the estates when he inherited them,
and left them to the ruffian herd. They will recompense him now, I
hope, as he deserves.”

“Hey?” cried the blatant Stryver. “Did he though? Is that the sort of
fellow? Let us look at his infamous name. D-n the fellow!” Darnay,
unable to restrain himself any longer, touched Mr. Stryver on the
shoulder, and said: “I know the fellow.” “Do you, by Jupiter?”
said Stryver. “I am sorry for it.” “Why, Mr. Darnay? D’ye hear
what he did? Don’t ask, why, in these times.” “But I do ask why?”
“Then I tell you again, Mr. Darnay, I am sorry for it. I am sorry to
bear you putting any such extraordinary questions. Here is a
fellow, who, infected by the most pestilent and blasphemous code
of devilry that ever was known, abandoned his property to the
vilest scum of the earth that ever did murder by wholesale, and
you ask me why I am sorry that a man who instructs youth knows
him? Well, but I’ll answer you. I am sorry because I believe there is
contamination in such a scoundrel. That’s why.” Mindful of the
secret, Darnay with great difficulty checked himself, and said:
“You may not understand the gentleman.” “I understand how to
put you in a corner, Mr. Darnay,” said Bully Stryver, “and I’ll do it.
If this fellow is a gentleman, I don’t understand him. You may tell
him so, with my compliments. You may also tell him, from me, that
after abandoning his worldly goods and position to this butcherly
mob, I wonder he is not at the head of them. But, no, gentlemen,”
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