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When they arrived at the gateway where he had paused in the dark not many hours before, to picture to himself on which of the rough stones of the street her feet had trodden, he lifted her again, and carried her up rhe staircase to their rooms. There, he laid her down on a couch, where her child and Miss Pross wept over her. ¡¡¡¡"Don't recall her to herself," he said, softly, to the latter, "she is better so. Don't revive her to consciousness, while she only faints." ¡¡¡¡"Oh, Carton, Carton, Carton!" cried little Lucie, springing up and throwing her arms passionately round him,
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in a burst of grief. "Now that you have come, I think you will do something to help mamma, something to save papa! O, look at her, dear Carton! Can you, of all the people who love her, bear to see her so?" ¡¡¡¡He bent over the child, and laid her blooming cheek against his face. He put her gently from him, and looked at her unconscious mother. ¡¡¡¡"Before I go," he said, and paused- "I may kiss her?"

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Monseigneur. Exquisite gentlemen of the finest breeding, which was at that remarkable time- and has been since- to be known by its fruits of indifference to every natural subject of human interest, were in the most exemplary state of exhaustion, at the hotel of Monseigneur. Such homes had these various notabilities left behind them in the fine world of Paris, that the spies among the assembled devotees of Monseigneur- forming a goodly half of the polite company- would have found it hard to discover among the angels of that sphere one solitary wife,
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who, in her manners and appearance, owned to being a Mother. Indeed, except for the mere act of bringing a troublesome creature into this world- which does not go far towards the realisation of the name of mother- there was no such thing known to the fashion. Peasant women kept the unfashionable babies close, and brought them up, and charming grandmammas of sixty dressed and supped as at twenty.

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under grinding penurious apprehensions, at rise of morn, at dewy eve, in the shadows of night, under the watchful eye of one whom it were superfluous to call Demon - combined with the struggle of parental Poverty to turn it, when completed, to the right account, may be as the sprinkling of a few drops of sweet water on my funeral pyre. I ask no more. Let it be, in justice, merely said of me, as of a gallant and eminent naval Hero, with whom I have no pretensions to cope, that what I have done, I did, in despite of mercenary and selfish objects,
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¡¡¡¡ For England, home, and Beauty. ¡¡¡¡ '"Remaining always, &c. &c., WILKINS MICAWBER."' ¡¡¡¡ Much affected, but still intensely enjoying himself, Mr. Micawber folded up his letter, and handed it with a bow to my aunt, as something she might like to keep.