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oexpressiveitwas,ofahopelessandlostcreature,
thatafamishedtraveller,weariedoutbylonelywanderingina
wilderness,wouldhaverememberedhomeandfriendsinsucha
tonebeforelyingdowntodie.
Someminutesofsilentworkhadpassed:andthehaggardeyes
hadlookedupagain:notwithanyinterestorcuriosity,butwitha
dullmechanicalperception,beforehand,thatthespotwherethe
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onlyvisitortheywereawareofhadstood,wasnotyetempty.
“Iwant,”saidDefarge,whohadnotremovedhisgazefromthe
shoemaker,“toletinalittlemorelighthere.Youcanbearalittle
more?”
Theshoemakerstoppedhisworklookedwithavacantairof
listening,atthefloorononesideofhimthensimilarly,atthefloor
ontheothersideofhimthen,upwardatthespeaker.
“Whatdidyousay?”
“Youcanbearalittlemorelight?”