The Painter's Honeymoon

The Painter's Honeymoon
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¡¡¡¡"I could not believe it to be you. I can scarcely believe it now. You are not"- the apprehension came suddenly into his mind- "a prisoner?" ¡¡¡¡"No. I am accidentally possessed of a power over one of the keepers here, and in virtue of it I stand before you. I come from her- your wife, dear Darnay." ¡¡¡¡The prisoner wrung his hand. ¡¡¡¡"I bring you a request from her." ¡¡¡¡"What is it?" ¡¡¡¡"A most earnest, pressing, and emphatic entreaty, addressed to you in the most pathetic tones of the voice so dear to you, that you well remember." ¡¡¡¡The prisoner turned his face partly aside. ¡¡¡¡"You have no time to ask me why I bring it, or what it means;
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I have no time to tell you. You must comply with it- take off those boots you wear, and draw on these of mine." ¡¡¡¡There was a chair against the wall of the cell, behind the prisoner. Carton, pressing forward, had already, with the speed of lightning, got him down into it, and stood over him, barefoot. ¡¡¡¡"Draw on these boots of mine. Put your hands to them; put your will to them. Quick!" ¡¡¡¡"Carton, there is no escaping from this place; it never can be done. You will only die with me. It is madness."