She came to her one day and pulled on her apron. She had agonized over it for weeks. This young man, whose features, though rather plain and coarse, bore the strongest impress of genius, and who had a dark gray, penetrating eye, so quick in its glances that it seemed to survey twenty objects at once, and yet only to fasten upon one, bore the honoured name of William Hogarth. Still, she knew instinctively that all of Sidney Carton's life had not been put upon the printed page. For if the likeness between the sisters was remarkable, the likeness between this girl and the poster which he had come from studying was more remarkable still. Huge trees obscured the view of it. “You!” she exclaimed. I’ve got imagination. But such is the perversity of the human that frequently thereafter he purposely crooked the part in his hair, to give her the excuse to fetch the comb. But she was not sure just how to reach it. Stanley had never thought out. They are very good people, you know. What would you? I cannot fight them all.
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