He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. And she’s pluck to the backbone.
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