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¡¡¡¡"Tell me when I ask you, not now. If your suit should prosper, if Lucie should love you, you shall tell me on your marriage morning. Do you promise?" ¡¡¡¡"Willingly." ¡¡¡¡"Give me your hand. She will be home directly, and it is better she should not see us together to-night. Go! God bless you!" ¡¡¡¡It was dark when Charles Darnay left him, and it was an hour later and darker when Lucie came home; she hurried into the room alone- for Miss Pross had gone straight up-stairs- and was surprised to find his reading-chair empty. ¡¡¡¡"My father!" she called to him. "Father dear!" ¡¡¡¡Nothing was said in answer, but she heard a low hammering sound in his bedroom. Passing lightly across the intermediate room, she looked in at his door and came running back frightened, crying to herself, with her blood all chilled, "What shall I do! What shall I do!" ¡¡¡¡Her uncertainty lasted but a moment; she hurried back, and tapped at his door, and softly called to him. The noise ceased at the sound of her voice, and he presently came out to her, and they walked up and down together for a long time. ¡¡¡¡She came down from her bed, to look at him in his sleep that night. He slept heavily, and his tray of shoemaking tools, and his old unfinished work, were all as usual. ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡XI A COMPANION PICTURE¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡"SYDNEY," said Mr. Stryver, on that selfsame night, or morning, to his jackal; "mix another bowl of punch; I have something to say to you." ¡¡¡¡Sydney had been working double tides that night, and the night before, and the night before that, and a good many nights in succession, making a grand clearance among Mr. Stryver's papers before the setting in of the long vacation. The clearance was effected at last; the Stryver arrears were handsomely fetched up; everything was got rid of until November should come with its fogs atmospheric and fogs legal, and bring grist to the mill again.