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Therewasalongerpausethanusual,beforetheshoemaker
replied:“Iforgetwhatitwasyouaskedme.Whatdidyousay?”
“Isaid,couldn’tyoudescribethekindofshoe,formonsieur’s
information?”
“Itisalady’sshoe.Itisayounglady’swalking-shoe.Itisinthe
presentmode.Ineversawthemode.Ihavehadapatterninmy
hand.”Heglancedattheshoewithsomelittlepassingtouchof
pride.
“Andthemaker’sname?”saidDefarge.
Nowthathehadnoworktohold,helaidtheknucklesofthe
righthandinthehollowoftheleft,andthentheknucklesofthe
lefthandinthehollowoftheright,andthenpassedahandacross
hisbeardedchin,andsooninregularchanges,withouta
moment’sintermission.Thetaskofrecallinghimfromthevacancy
intowhichhealwayssankwhenhehadspoken,waslikerecalling
som