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Mr. Carton, who had so long sat looking at the ceiling of the court,
changed neither his place nor his attitude, even in this excitement.
While his learned friend, Mr. Stryver, massing his papers before
him, whispered with those who sat near, and from time to time
glanced anxiously at the jury; while all the spectators moved more
or less, and grouped themselves anew; while even my Lord
himself arose from his seat, and slowly paced up and down his
platform, not unattended by a suspicion in the minds of the
audience that his state was feverish; this one man sat leaning back,
with his torn gown half off him, his untidy wig put on just as it had
happened to light on his head after its removal, his hands in his
pockets, and his eyes on the ceiling as they had been all day.
Something especially reckless in his demeanour, not only gave him
a disreputable look, but so diminished the strong resemblance he
undoubtedly bore to the prisoner (which his momentary
earnestness, when they were compared together, had
strengthened), that many of the lookers-on, taking note of him
now, said to one another they would hardly have thought the two
were so alike. Mr. Cruncher made the observation to his next
neighbour, and added, “I’d hold half a guinea that he don’t get no
lawwork to do. Don’t look like the sort of one to get any, do he?”
Yet, this Mr. Carton took in more of the details of the scene than he
appeared to take in; for now, when Miss Manette’s head dropped
upon her father’s breast, he was the first to see it, and to say
audibly: “Officer! look to that young lady.
Help the gentleman to take her out. Don’t you see she will fall!”
There was much commiseration for her as she was removed, and
much sympathy with her father. It had evidently been a great
distress to him, to have the days of his imprisonment recalled. He
had shown strong internal agitation when he was questioned, and
that pondering or brooding look which made him old, had been
upon him, like a heavy cloud, ever since. As he passed out, the
jury, who had turned back and paused a moment, spoke, through
They were not agreed, and wished to retire. My Lord (perhaps
with George Washington on his mind) showed some surprise that
they were not agreed, but signified his pleasure that they should
retire under watch and ward, and retired himself. The trial had
lasted all day, and the lamps in the court were now being lighted.
It began to be rumoured that the jury would be out a long while.
The spectators dropped off to get refreshment, and the prisoner
withdrew to the back of the dock, and sat down.