Don’t you think? Tum, tay, tum, tay. ’ ‘For shame, Hilary,’ admonished his fiancée, casting a pitying glance at the refugees. "I've spoken. "Ha! say you so? You must be looked to. "Don't you hear those shouts? Yon fellow's clamour has brought the whole horde of jail-birds and cut-throats that infest this place about our ears. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. ’ There was sense in what she said, Melusine was obliged to concede. Still, she knew instinctively that all of Sidney Carton's life had not been put upon the printed page.
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