Hailing his softened tone and manner, his daughter fell upon her knees before him, with her appealing hands upon his breast.
Without directly answering to this appeal, she sat so still when he had very gently raised her, and the hands that had not ceased to clasp his wrists were so much more steady than they had been, that she communicated some reassurance to Mr. Jarvis Lorry.
He motioned with the hand he had extended, and it seemed to be an appeal to Darnay to pause.
Her manner was one of passionate grief; by turns she clasped her veinous and knotted hands together with wild energy, and laid one of them on the carriage-door —tenderly, caressingly, as if it had been a human breast, and could be expected to feel the appealing touch.
Upon those, had followed Gabelle’s letter: the appeal of an innocent prisoner, in danger of death, to his justice, honour, and good name.
I entreat you to observe that I have come here voluntarily, in response to that written appeal of a fellow-countryman which lies before you.
Not one of the whole number appeals by look or gesture, to the pity of the people.
His lonely daughter, bereft of her final hope and reliance, appealed to them both too strongly.
To appeal to her, was made hopeless by her having no sense of pity, even for herself.
At last, when he appealed by name to Monsieur Lorry, an English gentleman then and there present, who, like himself, had been a witness on that English trial and could corroborate his account of it, the Jury declared that they had heard enough, and that they were ready with their votes if the President were content to receive them.
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"And as such," quoth Mr. Lorry, whom the counsel learned in the law had now shouldered back into the group, just as he had previously shouldered him out of it—"as such I will appeal to Doctor Manette, to break up this conference and order us all to our homes.
But, the suppressed manner had enough of menace in it—not visible and presented, but indistinct and withheld—to alarm Lucie into saying, as she laid her appealing hand on Madame Defarge’s dress: "You will be good to my poor husband.
"I think, sir," said the spy, in the meanest manner, as he turned to Mr. Lorry, "I may appeal to a gentleman of your years and benevolence, to put it to this other gentleman, so much your junior, whether he can under any circumstances reconcile it to his station to play that Ace of which he has spoken.