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A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!
Stephen mumbled his bread without answering his father's gaze.
"Do you call the whole reckoning?" said Carton.
Or how could he explain without dying of shame?
