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A TALE OF TWO CITIES.
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DR. MANETTE AND FAMILY BEFOEE HE WAS SUMMONED BY THE MARQUIS.
tion, Doctor Manette?" inquired the speaker, blandly.
"Monsieur, it is understood that in my profession the communications of patients are received in confidence/' replied the doctor, coldly.
A closed carriage passed thru the park gates and took the road towards Paris. It contained several occupants, among them Doctor Manette, but he little dreamed of his destination.
Watching from the balcony was a sad-faced woman, with a child by her side. A footfall startled her, and she turned to meet her husband's sneering gaze.
"Your training of the little Charles in sentiment and chivalry is very touching, madame," he observed. "It was a pretty scene to see him kneeling so devoutly. Fool ! Had you not tampered with that doctor, we might have trusted to his discretion. Now, thru your senseless interference, his English wife, with a babe in her arms,
will sit watching for his return till her golden hair turns gray."
The woman sank to her knees, horror upon her face, her hands stretched upward, pleadingly.
"What have you done? What cruel deed is this? Surely you would not murder him?"
"No, he is not dead, but he is just as good as dead. He knows too much to be at liberty in Paris. Thanks to you, his child will grow up fatherless, his wife will die of a broken heart, and he will probably go mad."
The look of intense horror seemed to freeze upon the woman's white face, but the little Charles rushed upon the man, his eyes blazing, his tiny fists doubled.
"I hate you !" he cried in childish fury. "I hate you ! When I am a man I will give all the land and money to the poor people."
In a pretty home in the suburbs of Paris, a fair, young English wife