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Yazar: Charles Dickens

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"I don't wonder at it; it's not so long since you were pretty far
advanced on your way to another. You speak faintly."
"I begin to think I am faint."
"Then why the devil don't you dine? I dined, myself, while those
numskulls were deliberating which world you should belong
to--this, or some other. Let me show you the nearest tavern to
dine well at."
Drawing his arm through his own, he took him down Ludgate-hill to
Fleet-street, and so, up a covered way, into a tavern. Here, they
were shown into a little room, where Charles Darnay was soon
recruiting his strength with a good plain dinner and good wine:
while Carton sat opposite to him at the same table, with his
separate bottle of port before him, and his fully half-insolent
manner upon him.
"Do you feel, yet, that you belong to this terrestrial scheme
again, Mr. Darnay?"
"I am frightfully confused regarding time and place; but I am so
far mended as to feel that."
"It must be an immense satisfaction!"

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