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He said it bitterly, and filled up his glass again: which was a

large one.

"As to me, the greatest desire I have, is to forget that I belong

to it. It has no good in it for me--except wine like this--nor I

for it. So we are not much alike in that particular. Indeed, I

begin to think we are not much alike in any particular, you and

I."

Confused by the emotion of the day, and feeling his being there

with this Double of coarse deportment, to be like a dream,

Charles Darnay was at a loss how to answer; finally, answered not

at all.

"Now your dinner is done," Carton presently said, "why don't you

call a health, Mr. Darnay; why don't you give your toast?"

"What health? What toast?"

"Why, it's on the tip of your tongue. It ought to be, it must be,

I'll swear it's there."

"Miss Manette, then!"

"Miss Manette, then!"