Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street. Quilt, who was an ardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the rueful appearance of these personages. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. The wedding procession passed on, and the cynical rabble poured in behind. She lay and nibbled at a sprig of dwarf rhododendron.
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