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"You made mention of the young lady as a golden-haired doll. The

young lady is Miss Manette. If you had been a fellow of any

sensitiveness or delicacy of feeling in that kind of way, Sydney,

I might have been a little resentful of your employing such a

designation; but you are not. You want that sense altogether;

therefore I am no more annoyed when I think of the expression,

than I should be annoyed by a man's opinion of a picture of mine,

who had no eye for pictures: or of a piece of music of mine, who

had no ear for music."

Sydney Carton drank the punch at a great rate; drank it by

bumpers, looking at his friend.