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Summary Chapter 32

Tellson’s Bank is established in the confiscated home of Monseigneur. The three men who had served him avoided persecution by their willingness to cut his throat. Though it lacks the severe formality in décor and has a younger staff than its English counterpart, the French Tellsons is doing well despite the tumultuous times. Many accounts will never be withdrawn because the owners are in prison or have departed for the next world.

Mr. Lorry is horrified by his surroundings, shivering at the sight of a grindstone in the courtyard. He is thankful that nobody he loves is in this town and blesses all those who are in danger in it.

He is amazed when Lucie and her father rush in. Lucie tells him that Charles is in Paris. She said he came to help a friend and was arrested.

They hear sounds outside. Mr. Lorry tells Dr. Manette not to look outside. Dr. Manette tells him that as a Bastille prisoner, no one will dispute that he is a patriot. It was his history that helped them find out about Charles and got them through the barrier. He believes he will be able to help Charles.

Mr. Lorry orders Lucie to listen to him and obey his orders. He tells her to be quiet and to wait in the back room. He wants to talk to her father privately. Dr. Manette and Mr. Lorry look out at a throng of people at the grindstone. Two men are wearing disguises that are working it. People are sharpening blood-stained weapons. Others are carrying items that they have looted.

Mr. Lorry says that the people are murdering the prisoners. He tells Dr. Manette if he plans to do something, he had better talk to this crowd. He fears, though, it may be too late for Charles.

Dr. Manette goes to the crowd and within minutes wins them over. Mr. Lorry goes to Lucie and gives her an update. He sees that Miss Pross and Little Lucie are with her. Lucie spends a fitful night waiting for news from her father about her husband.

Charles Dickens