“There was a great hurry in the streets of people speeding away to get shelter before the storm broke; the wonderful corner for echoes resounded with the echoes of footsteps coming and going, yet not a footstep was there. «A multitude of people, and yet a solitude!»
said Darnay, when they had listened for a while.
«Is it not impressive, Mr. Darnay?» asked Lucie. «Sometimes, I have sat here of an evening, until I have fancied—but even the shade of a foolish fancy makes me shudder to-night, when all is so black and solemn—»”