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"A little boy once gave me a sixpence for charity," said Sara, with a short little laugh in spite of herself.
There was something childish in those eyes, though it was not the childishness of senility.
"Before Shrewsbury, and at Shrewsbury, and ever since Shrewsbury," pursued Carton, "you have fallen into your rank, and I have fallen into mine.
And there's nothing so clever in her knowing it.
