Nude on the Beach

¡¡¡¡"If I may ride with you, Citizen Evremonde, will you let me hold your hand? I am not afraid, but I am little and weak, and it will give me more courage." ¡¡¡¡As the patient eyes were lifted to his face, he saw a sudden doubt in them, and then astonishment. He pressed the work-worn, hunger-worn young fingers, and touched his lips. ¡¡¡¡"Are you dying for him?" she whispered. ¡¡¡¡"And his wife and child. Hush! Yes." ¡¡¡¡"O you will let me hold your brave hand, stranger?" ¡¡¡¡"Hush! Yes, my poor sister; to the last." ¡¡¡¡The same shadows that are falling on the prison, are falling, in that same hour of the early afternoon, on the Barrier with the crowd about it,
when a coach going out of Paris drives up to be examined. ¡¡¡¡"Who goes here? Whom have we within? Papers!" ¡¡¡¡The papers are handed out, and read. ¡¡¡¡"Alexandre Manette. Physician. French. Which is he?" ¡¡¡¡This is he; this helpless, inarticulately murmuring, wandering old man pointed out. ¡¡¡¡"Apparently the Citizen-Doctor is not in his right mind? The Revolution-fever will have been too much