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his son-in-law was, through no malice or mischance, delivered to
the concourse whose murderous yells outside the gate had often
drowned the proceedings, that he had obtained the permission,
and had remained in that Hall of Blood until the danger was over.
The sights he had seen there, with brief snatches of food and sleep
by intervals, shall remain untold. The mad joy over the prisoners
who were saved, had astounded him scarcely less than the mad
ferocity against those who were cut to pieces. One prisoner there
was, he said, who had been discharged into the street free, but at
whom a mistaken savage had thrust a pike as he passed out. Being
be-sought to go to him and dress the wound, the Doctor had
passed out at the same gate, and had found him in the arms of a
company of Samaritans, who were seated on the bodies of their
victims. With an inconsistency as monstrous as anything in this
awful nightmare, they had helped the healer, and tended the
wounded man with the gentlest solicitude-had made a litter for
him and escorted him carefully from the spot-had then caught up
their weapons and plunged anew into a butchery so dreadful, that
the Doctor had covered his eyes with his hands, and swooned
away in the midst of it.

As Mr. Lorry received these confidences, and as he watched the
face of his friend now sixty-two years of age, a misgiving arose
within him that such dread experiences would revive the old
danger. But, he had never seen his friend in his present aspect: he
had never at all known him in his present character. For the first
time the Doctor felt, now, that his suffering was strength and
power. For the first time he felt that in that sharp fire, he had
slowly forged the iron which could break the prison door of his
daughter’s husband, and deliver him. “It all tended to a good end,
my friend; it was not mere waste and ruin. As my beloved child
was helpful in restoring me to myself, I will be helpful now in
restoring the dearest part of herself to her; by the aid of Heaven I
will do it!” Thus, Doctor Manette.

And when Jarvis Lorry saw the kindled eyes, the resolute face, the
calm strong look and bearing of the man whose life always seemed
to him to have been stopped, like a clock, for so many years, and
then set going again with an energy which had lain dormant
during the cessation of its usefulness, he believed.

Greater things than the Doctor had at that time to contend with,
would have yielded before his persevering purpose. While he kept
himself in his place, as a physician, whose business was with all
degrees of mankind, bond and free, rich and poor, bad and good,
he used his personal influence so wisely, that he was soon the
inspecting physician of three prisons, and among them of La Force.
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