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one half of this door was fast closed, and the other was opened but a very little way. Such a scanty portion of light was admitted through these means, that it was difficult, on first coming in, to see anything; and long habit alone could have slowly formed in any one, the ability to do any work requiring nicety in such obscurity. Yet, work of that kind was being done in the garret; for, with his back towards the door, and his face towards the window where the keeper of the wine-shop stood looking at him, a white-haired man sat on a low bench, stooping forward and very busy, making shoes. ¡¡¡¡"GOOD DAY!" said Monsieur Defarge,
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looking down at the white bead that bent low over the shoemaking. ¡¡¡¡It was raised for a moment, and a very faint voice responded to the salutation, as if it were at a distance: ¡¡¡¡"Good day!" ¡¡¡¡"You are still hard at work, I see?" ¡¡¡¡After a long silence, the head was lifted for another moment, and the voice replied, "Yes- I am working." This time, a pair of haggard eyes had looked at the questioner, before the face had dropped again.