.. 'Yes, for a moment. At first I thought its quite hopeless, but I have unquestionably
seen, for a single moment, the face that I once knew so well. Hush! Let us draw
further back. Hush!'
a. Who says these words?
b. Why does he think it was hopeless?
c. Whose face does he recognise?
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Answers
ANSWER = “Yes; for a moment. At first I thought it quite hopeless, but I have unquestionably seen, for a single moment, the face that I once knew so well. Hush! Let us draw further back. Hush!” “Yes. For just a second. At first I thought it was hopeless. But I have definitely seen, for one moment, the face that I once knew very well. Quiet! Let’s move back a little. Quiet!”
“Yes; for a moment. At first I thought it quite hopeless, but I have unquestionably seen, for a single moment, the face that I once knew so well. Hush! Let us draw further back. Hush!” “Yes. For just a second. At first I thought it was hopeless. But I have definitely seen, for one moment, the face that I once knew very well. Quiet! Let’s move back a little. Quiet!”She had moved from the wall of the garret, very near to the bench on which he sat. There was something awful in his unconsciousness of the figure that could have put out its hand and touched him as he stooped over his labour. Miss Manette had moved away from the attic wall and was very close to the bench he sat on. There was something terrible about the fact that he was unaware of someone so close she could have reached out and touched him.
“Yes; for a moment. At first I thought it quite hopeless, but I have unquestionably seen, for a single moment, the face that I once knew so well. Hush! Let us draw further back. Hush!” “Yes. For just a second. At first I thought it was hopeless. But I have definitely seen, for one moment, the face that I once knew very well. Quiet! Let’s move back a little. Quiet!”She had moved from the wall of the garret, very near to the bench on which he sat. There was something awful in his unconsciousness of the figure that could have put out its hand and touched him as he stooped over his labour. Miss Manette had moved away from the attic wall and was very close to the bench he sat on. There was something terrible about the fact that he was unaware of someone so close she could have reached out and touched him.Not a word was spoken, not a sound was made. She stood, like a spirit, beside him, and he bent over his work. No one said a word. No one made a sound. She stood next to him like a ghost as he bent over his work.
“Yes; for a moment. At first I thought it quite hopeless, but I have unquestionably seen, for a single moment, the face that I once knew so well. Hush! Let us draw further back. Hush!” “Yes. For just a second. At first I thought it was hopeless. But I have definitely seen, for one moment, the face that I once knew very well. Quiet! Let’s move back a little. Quiet!”She had moved from the wall of the garret, very near to the bench on which he sat. There was something awful in his unconsciousness of the figure that could have put out its hand and touched him as he stooped over his labour. Miss Manette had moved away from the attic wall and was very close to the bench he sat on. There was something terrible about the fact that he was unaware of someone so close she could have reached out and touched him.Not a word was spoken, not a sound was made. She stood, like a spirit, beside him, and he bent over his work. No one said a word. No one made a sound. She stood next to him like a ghost as he bent over his work.It happened, at length, that he had occasion to change the instrument in his hand, for his shoemaker’s knife. It lay on that side of him which was not the side on which she stood. He had taken it up, and was stooping to work again, when his eyes caught the skirt of her dress. He raised them, and saw her face. The two spectators started forward, but she stayed them with a motion of her hand. She had no fear of his striking at her with the knife, though they had. After a while he put down the tool in his hand to pick up his shoemaker’s knife. It was on the side of the bench opposite where she stood. He had picked it up and was leaning over to start working again when he noticed the bottom of her dress. He looked up and saw her face. Mr. Lorry and Defarge started to move forward to protect her, but she stopped them with a motion of her hand. She didn’t fear him stabbing her with his knife, though the two men did.