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"Good-bye," he answered, raising his broad sombrero, and bending over her little hand.
"You have a visitor, you see," said Monsieur Defarge.
So strange was the way in which he faded into silence, and so strange his fixed look when he had ceased to speak, that Darnay felt his own hand turn cold in the hand that slowly released and dropped it.
Madame put her knife under her arm, and clapped her hands as at a play.
