Practice Typing

It was a long, grieving sound, like a sigh almost like a sob. It attracted Mr. Lorrys eyes to Cartons face, which was turned to the fire. A light, or a shade the old gentleman could not have said which, passed from it as swiftly as a change will sweep over a hill side on a wild bright day, and he lifted his foot to put back one of the little flaming logs, which was tumbling forward.