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He unwound a string from around his neck and unfolded a little rag which was tied to it, and there was a lock of hair like Lucie's. HE UNWOUND A STRING FROM ROUND HIS NECK AND UNFOLDED A LITTLE RAG WHICH WAS TIED TO IT AND THERE WAS A LOCK OF HAIR LIKE LUCY'S
nter. In the dim room sat a withered, white-haired old man on a low bench making shoes. His cheeks were worn and hollow, his eyes were bright and his long beard was as white as snow. He wore a ragged shirt, and his hands were thin and transparent from confinement. It was Lucie's father, Doctor Manette! He scarcely looked up when they entered, for his mind was gone and he knew no one. All that seemed to interest him was his shoemaking. He had forgotten everything else. He even thought his own name was "One hundred and five, North Tower," which had been the number of his cell in the Bastille. Lucie's heart almost broke to see him. She wanted to throw her arms about him, to lay her head on his breast and tell him she was his daughter who loved him and had come to take him home at last. But she was afraid this would frighten him. She came close to him, and after a while he began to look at her. She greatly resembled her dead mother, and presently her face seemed to remind him of something. CH HE UNLOCKED FOR THEM TO ENTER IN THE DIM ROOM SAT A WITHERED WHITE HAIRED OLD MAN ON A LOW BENCH MAKING SHOES HIS CHEEKS WERE WAN AND HOLLOW HIS EYES WERE BRIGHT AND HIS LONG BEARD WAS AS WHITE AS SNOW HE WORE A RAGGED SHIRT AND HIS HANDS WERE THIN AND TRANSPARENT FROM CONFINEMENT IT WAS LUCIE'S FATHER DOCTOR MANETTE HE SCARCELY LOOKED UP WHEN THEY ENTERED FOR HIS MIND WAS GONE AND HE KNEW NO ONE ALL THAT SEEMED TO INTEREST HIM WAS HIS SHOEMAKING HE HAD FORGOTTEN EVERYTHING ELSE HE EVEN THOUGHT HIS OWN NAME WAS ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE NORTH TOWER WHICH HAD BEEN THE NUMBER OF HIS CELL IN THE BASTILLE LUCY'S HEART ALMOST BROKE TO SEE HIM SHE WANTED TO THROW HER ARMS ABOUT HIM TO LAY HER HEAD ON HIS BREAST AND TELL HIM SHE WAS HIS DAUGHTER WHO LOVED HIM AND HAD TO COME TAKE HIM HOME AT LAST BUT SHE WAS AFRAID THIS WOULD FRIGHTEN HIM SHE CAME CLOSE TO HIM AND AFTER A WHILE HE BEGAN TO LOOK AT HER SHE GREATLY RESEMBLED HER DEAD MOTHER AND PRESENTLY HER FACE SEEMED TO REMIND HIM OF SOMETHING
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