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pickinghiswayoverthewell-wornTurkeycarpet,supposedMiss
Manettetobe,forthemoment,insomeadjacentroom,until,
havinggotpastthetwotallcandles,hesawstandingtoreceive
himbythetablebetweenthemandthefire,ayoungladyofnot
morethanseventeen,inariding-cloak,andstillholdingherstraw
travelling-hatbyitsribboninherhand.Ashiseyesrestedona
short,slight,prettyfigure,aquantityofgoldenhair,apairofblue
eyesthatmethisownwithaninquiringlook,andaforeheadwith
asingularcapacity(rememberinghowyoungandsmoothitwas),
ofliftingandknittingitselfintoanexpressionthatwasnotquite
oneofperplexity,orwonder,oralarm,ormerelyofabrightfixed
attention,thoughitincludedallthefourexpressionsashiseyes
restedonthesethings,asuddenvividlikenesspassedbeforehim,
ofachildwhomhehadheldinhisarmsonthepassageacrossthat
veryChannel,onecoldtime,whenthehail