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On this certain fine Sunday, Mr. Lorry walked towards Soho,
early in the afternoon, for three reasons of habit. Firstly, because,
on fine Sundays, he often walked out, before dinner, with the
Doctor and Lucie; secondly, because, on unfavourable Sundays,
he was accustomed to be with them as the family friend, talking,
reading, looking out of window, and generally getting through the
day; thirdly, because he happened to have his own little shrewd
doubts to solve, and knew how the ways of the Doctor’s household
pointed to that time as a likely time for solving them.
A quainter corner than the corner where the Doctor lived, was
not to be found in London. There was no way through it, and the
front windows of the Doctor’s lodgings commanded a pleasant
little vista of street that had a congenial air of retirement on it.
There were few buildings then, north of the Oxford-road, and
forest-trees flourished, and wild flowers grew, and the hawthorn
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blossomed, in the now vanished fields. As a consequence, country
airs circulated in Soho with vigorous freedom, instead of
languishing into the parish like stray paupers without a
settlement; and there was many a good south wall, not far off, on
which the peaches ripened in their season.
The summer light struck into the corner brilliantly in the
earlier part of the day; but, when the streets grew hot, the corner
was in shadow, though not in shadow so remote but that you could
see beyond it into a glare of brightness. It was a cool spot, staid but
cheerful, a wonderful place for echoes, and a very harbour from
the raging streets.
There ought to have been a tranquil bark in such an anchorage,
and there was. The Doctor occupied two floors of a large still
house, where several callings purported to be pursued by day, but
whereof little was audible any **d which was shunned by all
of them at night. In a building at the back, attainable by a
courtyard where a plane-tree rustled its green leaves, church-
organs claimed to be made, and silver to be chased, and likewise
gold to be beaten by some mysterious giant who had a gol**rm
starting out of the wall of the front hall—as if he had beaten
himself precious, and menaced a similar conversion of all visitors.
Very little of these trades, or of a lonely lodger rumoured to live
upstairs, or of a dim coach-trimming maker asserted to have a
counting-house below, was ever heard or seen. Occasionally, a
stray workman putting his coat on, traversed the hall, or a
stranger peered about there, or a distant clink was heard across
the courtyard, or a thump from the golden giant. These, however,
were only the exceptions required to prove the rule that the
sparrows in the plane-tree behind the house, and the echoes in the
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corner before it, had their own way from Sunday morning unto
Saturday night.
Doctor Manette received such patients here as his old
reputation, and its revival in the floating whispers of his story,
brought him. His scientific knowledge and his vigilance and skill
in conducting ingenious experiments, brought him otherwise into
moderate request, and he earned as much as he wanted.
These things were