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He then conducted the young lady straightway to her chair again,

and, holding the chair-back with his left hand, and using his right

hand by turns to rub his chin, pull his wig at the ears, or point

what he said, stood looking down into her face while she sat

looking up into his.

“Miss Manette, it was I. And you will see how truly I spoke of

myself just now, in saying I had no feelings, and that all the

relations I hold with my fellow-creatures are mere business

relations, when you reflect that I have never seen you since. No;

you have been the ward of Tellson’s House since, and I have been

busy with the other business of Tellson’s House since. Feelings! I

have no time for them, no chance of them. I pass my whole life,

miss, in turning an immense pecuniary Mangle.”

After this odd description of his daily routine of employment,

Mr. Lorry flattened his flaxen wig upon his head with both hands

(which was most unnecessary, for nothing could be flatter than its

shining surface was before), and resumed his former attitude.

“So far, miss (as you have remarked), this is the story of your