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"Where are your wives?" asked Young, looking round him.
Now, which of the multitude of faces that showed themselves before him was the true face of the buried person, the shadows of the night did not indicate; but they were all the faces of a man of five-and-forty by years, and they differed principally in the passions they expressed, and in the ghastliness of their worn and wasted state.
The way out of court lay in that direction, and Jerry followed him, all eyes, ears, and spikes.
"You said something to me," said Doctor Manette, breaking into a smile.
