Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. By following her he had discovered her secret nook in the rocks. In the corner of the room were two hockey-sticks and a tennis-racket, and upon the walls Ann Veronica, by means of autotypes, had indicated her proclivities in art. “It’s my fault. He hated to destroy it; but that was the obligation imposed; and he was an honourable man. Until that moment, Jarvis had imagined the child to be safe in the wet-nurse’s cottage. “Annabel,” she said slowly, “if I fight this thing out myself, can I trust you that it will not be a vain sacrifice? After what you have said it is useless for us to play with words. ’ Then memory hit and he stared at his friend.
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