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With a hope ever darkening, and with a heart always growing

heavier and heavier, Mr. Lorry passed through this anxious time.

The secret was well kept, and Lucie was unconscious and happy;

but he could not fail to observe that the shoemaker, whose hand

had been a little out at first, was growing dreadfully skilful,

and that he had never been so intent on his work, and that his

hands had never been so nimble and expert, as in the dusk of the

ninth evening.

CHAPTER XIX. An Opinion

Worn out by anxious watching, Mr. Lorry fell asleep at his post.

On the tenth morning of his suspense, he was startled by the

shining of the sun into the room where a heavy slumber had

overtaken him when it was dark night.