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Gianfrancesco had been talked into the arrangement only because the drivers that had handled the job for generations were sick or dead. Tender with the sick, firm with the strong, fearless, with a body that had the resistance of iron, there was nothing of the hypocrite in him. “How could I, when your sister sings now at the ‘Unusual’ every night and the name ‘Alcide’ flaunts from every placard in London?” “The likeness between us,” she said, “before I began to disfigure myself with rouge and ill-dressed hair, was remarkable. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. "I'll have to set you right on that, too. Someone ought to be with him until the doctor arrives. “I have the right to be here.
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