She required no instructions from books; her wit and beauty were her own. He came along, he said, just to call, with large, loud apologies, radiantly kind and good. We were to ransom you, then we would fake your death, play as if the kidnappers had executed you. This is the way the old thief brings in all his heavy plunder, which he stows in out-of-the-way holes in his infernal dwelling. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. I don’t suggest any philanthropy. I ought to be able to think things out. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. But calmer thoughts quickly succeeded.
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