Thestrongtide，soswift，sodeep，andcertain，waslikeacongenialfriend，inthemorningstillness。Hewalkedbythestream，farfromthehouses，andinthelightaridwarmthofthesunfellasleeponthebank。
Whenheawokeandwasafootagain，helingeredthereyetalittlelonger，watchinganeddythatturnedandturnedpurposeless，untilthestreamabsorbedit，andcarrieditontothesea——`Likeme!\'
Atrading-boat，withasailofthesoftenedcolourofadeadleaf，thenglidedintohisview，floatedbyhim，anddiedaway。Asitssilenttrackinthewaterdisappeared，theprayerthathadbrokenupoutofhisheartforamercifulconsiderationofallhispoorblindnessesanderrors，endedinthewords，`Iamtheresurrectionandthelife。\'
Mr。Lorrywasalreadyoutwhenhegotback，anditwaseasytosurmisewherethegoodoldmanwasgone。SydneyCartondranknothingbutalittlecoffee，atesomebread，and，havingwashedandchangedtorefreshhimself，wentouttotheplaceoftrial。
Thecourtwasallastiranda-buzz，whentheblacksheep——whommanyfellawayfromindread——pressedhimintoanobscurecorneramongthecrowd。Mr。Lorrywasthere，andDoctorManettewasthere。Shewasthere，sittingbesideherfather。