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ad,inalongseclusionfromdirectlightandair,faded
downtosuchadulluniformityofparchment-yellow,thatitwould
havebeenhardtosaywhichwaswhich.
Hehadputupahandbetweenhiseyesandthelight,andthe
verybonesofitseemedtransparent.Sohesat,withasteadfastly
vacantgaze,pausinginhiswork.Heneverlookedatthefigure
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beforehim,withoutfirstlookingdownonthissideofhimself,then
onthat,asifhehadlostthehabitofassociatingplacewithsound
heneverspoke,withoutfirstwanderinginthismanner,and
forgettingtospeak.
“Areyougoingtofinishthatpairofshoestoday?”asked
Defarge,motioningtoMr.Lorrytocomeforward.
“Whatdidyousay?”
“Doyoumeantofinishthatpairofshoestoday?”
“Ican’tsaythatImeanto.Isupposeso.Idon’tknow.”
But,thequestionremindedhimofhiswork,andhebentoverit