"A Tale of Two Cities"
by Charles Dickens

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     Now that he had no work to hold, he laid the knuckles of the right hand in the hollow of the left, and then the knuckles of the left hand in the hollow of the right, and then passed a hand across his bearded chin, and so on in regular changes, without a moment's intermission. The task of recalling him from the vagrancy into which he always sank when he had spoken, was like recalling some very weak person from a swoon, or endeavouring, in the hope of some disclosure, to stay the spirit of a fast-dying man.

     "Did you ask me for my name?"

     "Assuredly I did."

 

     "One Hundred and Five, North Tower."

     "Is that all?"

     "One Hundred and Five, North Tower."

     With a weary sound that was not a sigh, nor a groan, he bent to work again, until the silence was again broken.

     "You are not a shoemaker by trade?" said Mr. Lorry, looking steadfastly at him.

 
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