“It is a great art,” she said in broken English. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. “When are you going away?” He asked. I can’t rest or work or settle down to anything while things are like this between you and me. His countenance was almost as white and rigid as that of the corpse by his side. ” “It is Number 8, Cavendish Square,” she answered simply.
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