A Tale of Two Cities. Чарльз Диккенс. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Чарльз Диккенс
Издательство: HarperCollins
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Жанр произведения: Классическая проза
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9780007382545
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yet keeps that bench and those tools beside him?”

      “Ah!” returned Miss Pross, shaking her head. “But I don’t say he don’t refer to it within himself.”

      “Do you believe that he thinks of it much?”

      “I do,” said Miss Pross.

      “Do you imagine—” Mr. Lorry had begun, when Miss Pross took him up short with—

      “Never imagine anything. Have no imagination at all.”

      “I stand corrected: do you suppose—You go so far as to suppose, sometimes?”

      “Now and then,” said Miss Pross.

      “Do you suppose,” Mr. Lorry went on, with a laughing twinkle in his bright eye, as it looked kindly at her, “that Doctor Manette has any theory of his own, preserved through all those years, relative to the cause of his being so oppressed; perhaps, even to the name of his oppressor?”

      “I don’t suppose anything about it but what Ladybird tells me.”

      “And that is—”

      “That she thinks he has.”

      “Now don’t be angry at my asking all these questions; because I am a mere dull man of business, and you are a woman of business.”

      “Dull?” Miss Pross inquired with placidity.

      Rather wishing his modest adjective away, Mr. Lorry replied, “No, no, no. Surely not. To return to business: is it not remarkable that Doctor Manette, unquestionably innocent of any crime as we are well assured he is, should never touch upon that question? I will not say with me, though he had business relations with me many years ago, and we are now intimate; I will say with the fair daughter to whom he is so devotedly attached, and who is so devotedly attached to him? Believe me, Miss Pross, I don’t approach the topic with you, out of curiosity, but out of zealous interest.”

      “Well! To the best of my understanding, and bad’s the best you’ll tell me,” said Miss Pross, softened by the tone of the apology, “he is afraid of the whole subject.”

      “Afraid?”

      “It’s plain enough, I should think, why he may be. It’s a dreadful remembrance. Besides that, his loss of himself grew out of it. Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again. That alone wouldn’t make the subject pleasant, I should think.”

      It was a profounder remark than Mr. Lorry had looked for. “True,” said he, “and fearful to reflect upon. Yet, a doubt lurks in my mind, Miss Pross, whether it is good for Doctor Manette to have that suppression always shut up within him. Indeed, it is this doubt, and the uneasiness it sometimes causes me that has led me to our present confidence.”

      “Can’t be helped,” said Miss Pross, shaking her head. “Touch that string, and he instantly changes for the worse. Better leave it alone. In short, must leave it alone, like or no like. Sometimes, he gets up in the dead of the night, and will be heard, by us overhead there, walking up and down, walking up and down, in his room. Ladybird has learned to know then, that his mind is walking up and down, walking up and down, in his old prison. She hurries to him, and they go on together, walking up and down, walking up and down, until he is composed. But he never says a word of the true reason for his restlessness, to her, and she finds it best not to hint at it to him. In silence they go walking up and down together, walking up and down together, till her love and company have brought him to himself.”

      Notwithstanding Miss Pross’s denial of her own imagination, there was a perception of the pain of being monotonously haunted by one sad idea, in her repetition of the phrase, “walking up and down”, which testified to her possessing such a thing.

      The corner has been mentioned as a wonderful corner for echoes; it had begun to echo so resoundingly to the tread of coming feet, that it seemed as though the very mention of that weary pacing to and fro had set it going.

      “Here they are!” said Miss Pross, rising to break up the conference; “now we shall have hundreds of people pretty soon!”

      It was such a curious corner in its acoustical properties, such a peculiar ear of a place, that as Mr. Lorry stood at the open window, looking for the father and daughter whose steps he heard, he fancied they would never approach. Not only would the echoes die away, as though the steps had gone; but, echoes of other steps that never came, would be heard in their stead, and would die away for good when they seemed close at hand. However, father and daughter did at last appear, and Miss Pross was ready at the street door to receive them.

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