Mr. Lorry said, “Is there no old banker, no old business, no old servant, no old time
rising in your mind Monsieur Manette?”
To whom or what do each of the phrases in Mr. Lorry’s question refer to?
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Explanation:
Mr. Lorry put his hand on Defarge’s arm. “Monsieur Manette,” Mr. Lorry said, laying his hand upon Defarge’s arm, “don’t you remember this man? Look at him. Look at me. Do you not remember an old banker? Some old business? An old servant? A time long ago, Monsieur Manette?”
As the captive of many years sat looking fixedly, by turns, at Mr. Lorry and at Defarge, some long obliterated marks of an actively intent intelligence in the middle of the forehead, gradually forced themselves through the black mist that had fallen on him. They were overclouded again, they were fainter, they were gone; but they had been there. And so exactly was the expression repeated on the fair young face of her who had crept along the wall to a point where she could see him, and where she now stood looking at him, with hands which at first had been only raised in frightened compassion, if not even to keep him off and shut out the sight of him, but which were now extending towards him, trembling with eagerness to lay the spectral face upon her warm young breast, and love it back to life and hope—so exactly was the expression repeated (though in stronger characters) on her fair young face, that it looked as though it had passed like a moving light, from him to her. As the man who’d been imprisoned for many years sat looking intently at Mr. Lorry and Defarge, some signs of intelligence that had been hidden for a long time started to break through. They were cloudy and weak and they came and went, but they were there. The young woman had crept along the wall to where she could see him. The exact same expression that was on the old man’s face was on her face. She stood there looking at him. At first she had raised her hands in fear, to keep him away or hide him from her sight. Now she was reaching out toward him, trembling eagerly to embrace the poor man and give him life and hope with her love. The expression on her pretty, young face was so much like the one on his (though stronger on hers) that it looked as if it had been passed like a beam of light from his face to hers.
Darkness had fatten on him in its place. He looked at the two, less and less attentively, and his eyes in gloomy abstraction sought the ground and looked about him in the old way. Finally, with a deep long sigh, he took the shoe up, and resumed his work. His mind clouded over again. He looked at the two men with less and less understanding, and his eyes wandered back to the ground the way they had before. Finally, sighing deeply, he picked up the shoe and went back to work