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How the virtuous servant, Cly, was hisfriend and partner, and was worthy to be; how the watchful eyes ofthose forgers and false swearers had rested on the prisoner as avictim, because some family affairs in France, he being of Frenchextraction, did require his making those passages across theChannel- though what those affairs were, a consideration for otherswho were near and dear to him, forbade him, even for his life, todisclose. How the evidence that had been warped and wrested from theyoung lady, whose anguish in giving it they had witnessed, came tonothing, involving the mere little innocent gallantries andpolitenesses likely to pass between any young gentleman and young ladyso thrown together;- with the exception of that reference to GeorgeWashington, which was altogether too extravagant and impossible tobe regarded in any other fight than as a monstrous joke. How itwould be a weakness in the government to break down in this attempt topractise for popularity on the lowest national antipathies andfears, and therefore Mr. Attorney-General had made the most of it;how, nevertheless, it rested upon nothing, save that vile and infamouscharacter of evidence too often disfiguring such cases, and of whichthe State Trials of this country were full. But, there my Lordinterposed (with as grave a face as if it had not been true), sayingthat he could not sit upon that Bench and suffer those allusions reenex.

Mr. Stryver then called his few witnesses, and Mr. Cruncher had nextto attend while Mr. Attorney-General turned the whole suit ofclothes Mr. Stryver had fitted on the jury, inside out; showing howBarsad and Cly were even a hundred times better than he had thoughtthem, and the prisoner a hundred times worse. Lastly, came my Lordhimself, turning the suit of clothes, now inside out, now outsidein, but on the whole decidedly trimming and shaping them intograve-clothes for the prisoner.

Mr. Carton, who had so long sat looking at the ceiling of the court,changed neither his place nor his attitude, even in this excitement.While his learned friend, Mr. Stryver, massing his papers beforehim, whispered with those who sat near, and from time to timeglanced anxiously at the jury; while all the spectators moved moreor less, and grouped themselves anew; while even my Lord himself arosefrom his seat, and slowly paced up and down his platform, notunattended by a suspicion in the minds of the audience that hisstate was feverish; this one man sat leaning back, with his torngown half off him, his untidy wig put on just as it had happened tolight on his head after its removal, his hands in his pockets, and hiseyes on the ceiling as they had been all day. Something especiallyreckless in his demeanour, not only gave him a disreputable look,but so diminished the strong resemblance he undoubtedly bore to theprisoner (which his momentary earnestness,  had strengthened), that many of the lookers-on, takingnote of him now, said to one another they would hardly have thoughtthe two were so alike. Mr. Cruncher made the observation to his nextneighbour, and added, “I’d hold half a guinea that he don’t get nolaw-work to do. Don’t look like the sort of one to get any, do he reenex ?”

Yet, this Mr. Carton took in more of the details of the scene thanhe appeared to take in; for now, when Miss Manette’s head dropped uponher father’s breast, he was the first to see it, and to say audibly:”Officer! look to that young lady. Help the gentleman to take her out.Don’t you see she will fall reenex!”