A Tale of Two Cities

Charles Dickens

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I The Period
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever. It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favoured period, as at this.

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Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-andtwentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs. Mere messages in the earthly order of events had lately come to the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved more important to the human race than any communications yet received through any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood. France, less favoured on the whole as to matters spiritual than her sister of the shield and trident, rolled with exceeding smoothness down hill, making paper money and spending it. Under the guidance of her Christian pastors, she entertained herself, besides, with such humane achievements as sentencing a youth to have his hands cut off, his tongue torn out with pincers, and his body burned alive, because he had not kneeled down in the rain to do honour to a dirty procession of monks which passed within his view, at a distance of some fifty or 4 of 670

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sixty yards. It is likely enough that, rooted in the woods of France and Norway, there were growing trees, when that sufferer was put to death, already marked by the Woodman, Fate, to come down and be sawn into boards, to make a certain movable framework with a sack and a knife in it, terrible in history. It is likely enough that in the rough outhouses of some tillers of the heavy lands adjacent to Paris, there were sheltered from the weather that very day, rude carts, bespattered with rustic mire, snuffed about by pigs, and roosted in by poultry, which the Farmer, Death, had already set apart to be his tumbrils of the Revolution. But that Woodman and that Farmer, though they work unceasingly, work silently, and no one heard them as they went about with muffled tread: the rather, forasmuch as to entertain any suspicion that they were awake, was to be atheistical and traitorous. In England, there was scarcely an amount of order and protection to justify much national boasting. Daring burglaries by armed men, and highway robberies, took place in the capital itself every night; families were publicly cautioned not to go out of town without removing their furniture to upholsterers’ warehouses for security; the highwayman in the dark was a City tradesman in the light, and, being recognised and challenged by his fellow5 of 670

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tradesman whom he stopped in his character of ‘the Captain,’ gallantly shot him through the head and rode away; the mall was waylaid by seven robbers, and the guard shot three dead, and then got shot dead himself by the other four, ‘in consequence of the failure of his ammunition:’ after which the mall was robbed in peace; that magnificent potentate, the Lord Mayor of London, was made to stand and deliver on Turnham Green, by one highwayman, who despoiled the illustrious creature in sight of all his retinue; prisoners in London gaols fought battles with their turnkeys, and the majesty of the law fired blunderbusses in among them, loaded with rounds of shot and ball; thieves snipped off diamond crosses from the necks of noble lords at Court drawing-rooms; musketeers went into St. Giles’s, to search for contraband goods, and the mob fired on the musketeers, and the musketeers fired on the mob, and nobody thought any of these occurrences much out of the common way. In the midst of them, the hangman, ever busy and ever worse than useless, was in constant requisition; now, stringing up long rows of miscellaneous criminals; now, hanging a housebreaker on Saturday who had been taken on Tuesday; now, burning people in the hand at Newgate by the dozen, and now burning pamphlets at the door of Westminster Hall; to6 of 670

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day, taking the life of an atrocious murderer, and tomorrow of a wretched pilferer who had robbed a farmer’s boy of sixpence. All these things, and a thousand like them, came to pass in and close upon the dear old year one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Environed by them, while the Woodman and the Farmer worked unheeded, those two of the large jaws, and those other two of the plain and the fair faces, trod with stir enough, and carried their divine rights with a high hand. Thus did the year one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five conduct their Greatnesses, and myriads of small creatures—the creatures of this chronicle among the rest—along the roads that lay before them.

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II The Mail
It was the Dover road that lay, on a Friday night late in November, before the first of the persons with whom this history has business. The Dover road lay, as to him, beyond the Dover mail, as it lumbered up Shooter’s Hill. He walked up hill in the mire by the side of the mail, as the rest of the passengers did; not because they had the least relish for walking exercise, under the circumstances, but because the hill, and the harness, and the mud, and the mail, were all so heavy, that the horses had three times already come to a stop, besides once drawing the coach across the road, with the mutinous intent of taking it back to Blackheath. Reins and whip and coachman and guard, however, in combination, had read that article of war which forbade a purpose otherwise strongly in favour of the argument, that some brute animals are endued with Reason; and the team had capitulated and returned to their duty. With drooping heads and tremulous tails, they mashed their way through the thick mud, floundering and stumbling between whiles, as if they were falling to pieces 8 of 670

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at the larger joints. As often as the driver rested them and brought them to a stand, with a wary ‘Wo-ho! so-hothen!’ the near leader violently shook his head and everything upon it—like an unusually emphatic horse, denying that the coach could be got up the hill. Whenever the leader made this rattle, the passenger started, as a nervous passenger might, and was disturbed in mind. There was a steaming mist in all the hollows, and it had roamed in its forlornness up the hill, like an evil spirit, seeking rest and finding none. A clammy and intensely cold mist, it made its slow way through the air in ripples that visibly followed and overspread one another, as the waves of an unwholesome sea might do. It was dense enough to shut out everything from the light of the coach-lamps but these its own workings, and a few yards of road; and the reek of the labouring horses steamed into it, as if they had made it all. Two other passengers, besides the one, were plodding up the hill by the side of the mail. All three were wrapped to the cheekbones and over the ears, and wore jack-boots. Not one of the three could have said, from anything he saw, what either of the other two was like; and each was hidden under almost as many wrappers from the eyes of the mind, as from the eyes of the body, of his two 9 of 670

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companions. In those days, travellers were very shy of being confidential on a short notice, for anybody on the road might be a robber or in league with robbers. As to the latter, when every posting-house and ale-house could produce somebody in ‘the Captain’s’ pay, ranging from the landlord to the lowest stable non-descript, it was the likeliest thing upon the cards. So the guard of the Dover mail thought to himself, that Friday night in November, one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five, lumbering up Shooter’s Hill, as he stood on his own particular perch behind the mail, beating his feet, and keeping an eye and a hand on the arm-chest before him, where a loaded blunderbuss lay at the top of six or eight loaded horsepistols, deposited on a substratum of cutlass. The Dover mail was in its usual genial position that the guard suspected the passengers, the passengers suspected one another and the guard, they all suspected everybody else, and the coachman was sure of nothing but the horses; as to which cattle he could with a clear conscience have taken his oath on the two Testaments that they were not fit for the journey. ‘Wo-ho!’ said the coachman. ‘So, then! One more pull and you’re at the top and be damned to you, for I have had trouble enough to get you to it!—Joe!’ 10 of 670

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‘Halloa!’ the guard replied. ‘What o’clock do you make it, Joe?’ ‘Ten minutes, good, past eleven.’ ‘My blood!’ ejaculated the vexed coachman, ‘and not atop of Shooter’s yet! Tst! Yah! Get on with you! ‘ The emphatic horse, cut short by the whip in a most decided negative, made a decided scramble for it, and the three other horses followed suit. Once more, the Dover mail struggled on, with the jack-boots of its passengers squashing along by its side. They had stopped when the coach stopped, and they kept close company with it. If any one of the three had had the hardihood to propose to another to walk on a little ahead into the mist and darkness, he would have put himself in a fair way of getting shot instantly as a highwayman. The last burst carried the mail to the summit of the hill. The horses stopped to breathe again, and the guard got down to skid the wheel for the descent, and open the coach-door to let the passengers in. ‘Tst! Joe!’ cried the coachman in a warning voice, looking down from his box. ‘What do you say, Tom?’ They both listened. ‘I say a horse at a canter coming up, Joe.’ 11 of 670

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‘I say a horse at a gallop, Tom,’ returned the guard, leaving his hold of the door, and mounting nimbly to his place. ‘Gentlemen! In the kings name, all of you!’ With this hurried adjuration, he cocked his blunderbuss, and stood on the offensive. The passenger booked by this history, was on the coach-step, getting in; the two other passengers were close behind him, and about to follow. He remained on the step, half in the coach and half out of; they re-mained in the road below him. They all looked from the coachman to the guard, and from the guard to the coachman, and listened. The coachman looked back and the guard looked back, and even the emphatic leader pricked up his ears and looked back, without contradicting. The stillness consequent on the cessation of the rumbling and labouring of the coach, added to the stillness of the night, made it very quiet indeed. The panting of the horses communicated a tremulous motion to the coach, as if it were in a state of agitation. The hearts of the passengers beat loud enough perhaps to be heard; but at any rate, the quiet pause was audibly expressive of people out of breath, and holding the breath, and having the pulses quickened by expectation.

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The sound of a horse at a gallop came fast and furiously up the hill. ‘So-ho!’ the guard sang out, as loud as he could roar. ‘Yo there! Stand! I shall fire!’ The pace was suddenly checked, and, with much splashing and floundering, a man’s voice called from the mist, ‘Is that the Dover mail?’ ‘Never you mind what it is!’ the guard retorted. ‘What are you?’ ‘IS that the Dover mail?’ ‘Why do you want to know?’ ‘I want a passenger, if it is.’ ‘What passenger?’ ‘Mr. Jarvis Lorry.’ Our booked passenger showed in a moment that it was his name. The guard, the coachman, and the two other passengers eyed him distrustfully. ‘Keep where you are,’ the guard called to the voice in the mist, ‘because, if I should make a mistake, it could never be set right in your lifetime. Gentleman of the name of Lorry answer straight.’ ‘What is the matter?’ asked the passenger, then, with mildly quavering speech. ‘Who wants me? Is it Jerry?’

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and when I make one it takes the form of Lead.’ ‘I know this messenger. shut the door. T. who immediately scrambled into the coach. and. For I’m a devil at a quick mistake. and pulled up the window.’ ‘I hope there ain’t.’ growled the guard to himself. there’s nothing wrong. ‘He may come close. ‘Come on at a footpace! d’ye mind me? And if you’ve got holsters to that saddle o’ yourn. ‘Hallo you!’ ‘Well! And hallo you!’ said Jerry.A Tale of Two Cities ("I don’t like Jerry’s voice. Mr. and came to the side of the mail. The rider stooped. guard. don’t let me see your hand go nigh ‘em.’ said Mr. Lorry. where the passenger stood. Lorry. more hoarsely than before.’) ‘Yes. if it is Jerry.’ ‘What is the matter?’ ‘A despatch sent after you from over yonder. in gruff soliloquy. So now let’s look at you. is Jerry. but I can’t make so ‘Nation sure of that.’ The figures of a horse and rider came slowly through the eddying mist. casting up his 14 of 670 . getting down into the road—assisted from behind more swiftly than politely by the other two passengers. ‘He’s hoarser than suits me. and Co.’ said the guard.

Good night. his left at the barrel. You must know Tellson’s Bank in London. ‘Guard!’ said the passenger. Download the free trial version.’ 15 of 670 . and read—first to himself and then aloud: ‘‘Wait at Dover for Mam’selle. handed the passenger a small folded paper. as well as if I wrote. ‘Sir.’ He opened it in the light of the coach-lamp on that side. RECALLED TO LIFE. from the hoofs of the horse to the hat of the man.’ ‘There is nothing to apprehend. ‘That’s a Blazing strange answer. Jerry. The rider’s horse was blown. and his eye on the horseman. eyes at the guard.’ said he. too.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. and both horse and rider were covered with mud.’ Jerry started in his saddle. Make the best of your way. I belong to Tellson’s Bank. sir. view. A crown to drink. and edit PDF. answered curtly. in a tone of quiet business confidence. ‘Take that message back. say that my answer was. The watchful guard. at his hoarsest. I may read this?’ ‘If so be as you’re quick. and they will know that I received this. I am going to Paris on business.’ It’s not long. you see. with his right hand at the stock of his raised blunderbuss. guard.

he had only to shut himself up inside. and having looked to the supplementary pistols that he wore in his belt. ‘Tom!’ softly over the coach roof.’ ‘Did you hear the message?’ ‘I did. The coach lumbered on again. Tom?’ 16 of 670 . and get a light with tolerable safety and ease (if he were lucky) in five minutes. in which there were a few smith’s tools. ‘Hallo. Joe. Joe. The guard soon replaced his blunderbuss in his arm-chest. keep the flint and steel sparks well off the straw. For he was furnished with that completeness that if the coach-lamps had been blown and stormed out. with heavier wreaths of mist closing round it as it began the descent. and.’ ‘What did you make of it. having looked to the rest of its contents. looked to a smaller chest beneath his seat. and a tinder-box. a couple of torches. not at all assisted by his fellow-passengers. who had expeditiously secreted their watches and purses in their boots. With no more definite purpose than to escape the hazard of originating any other kind of action. and were now making a general pretence of being asleep. which did occasionally happen.A Tale of Two Cities With those words the passenger opened the coach-door and got in.

’ ‘That’s a coincidence. After standing with the bridle over his heavilysplashed arm. which might be capable of holding about half a gallon. ‘for I made the same of it myself. too. dismounted meanwhile. ‘After that there gallop from Temple Bar.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Nothing at all. ‘‘Recalled to life. not only to ease his spent horse. Much of that wouldn’t do for you. glancing at his mare. left alone in the mist and darkness. Jerry!’ 17 of 670 . he turned to walk down the hill. I won’t trust your fore-legs till I get you on the level.’ said this hoarse messenger. Jerry! You’d be in a Blazing bad way. Jerry! I say. until the wheels of the mail were no longer within hearing and the night was quite still again.’ That’s a Blazing strange message.’ Jerry. old lady. but to wipe the mud from his face. and shake the wet out of his hatbrim. if recalling to life was to come into fashion.’ the guard mused. Joe.

even of Death itself. No more can I look into the depths of this unfathomable water. my neighbour is dead. that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there.A Tale of Two Cities III The Night Shadows A wonderful fact to reflect upon. as momentary lights glanced into it. A solemn consideration. that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. the darling of my soul. I have had glimpses of buried treasure and other things submerged. is. in some of its imaginings. It was appointed that the book should shut with a spring. My friend is dead. and vainly hope in time to read it all. when the light was playing on its surface. my love. that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret. a secret to the heart nearest it! Something of the awfulness. is referable to this. is 18 of 670 . for ever and for ever. that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret. It was appointed that the water should be locked in an eternal frost. when I had read but a page. when I enter a great city by night. and I stood in ignorance on the shore. No more can I turn the leaves of this dear book that I loved. wherein.

is there a sleeper more inscrutable than its busy inhabitants are. or the richest merchant in London. the messenger on horseback had exactly the same possessions as the King. or his own coach and sixty. to me. in their innermost personality. being of a surface black. He had eyes that assorted very well with that decoration. The messenger rode back at an easy trot.A Tale of Two Cities dead. with the breadth of a county between him and the next. stopping pretty often at ale-houses by the way to drink. as complete as if each had been in his own coach and six. So with the three passengers shut up in the narrow compass of one lumbering old mail coach. the first Minister of State. but evincing a tendency to keep his own counsel. and much too near together—as if they were afraid of being found out in something. In any of the burialplaces of this city through which I pass. and which I shall carry in mine to my life’s end. singly. with no depth in the colour or form. his natural and not to be alienated inheritance. or than I am to them? As to this. under an old cocked-hat like a three19 of 670 . and to keep his hat cocked over his eyes. it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality. they were mysteries to one another. if they kept too far apart. They had a sinister expression.

While he trotted back with the message he was to deliver to the night watchman in his box at the door of Tellson’s Bank. When he stopped for drink. and took 20 of 670 . it wouldn’t suit YOUR line of business! Recalled—! Bust me if I don’t think he’d been a drinking!’ His message perplexed his mind to that degree that he was fain. that the best of players at leap-frog might have declined him. Except on the crown. as the most dangerous man in the world to go over. black hair. blunt nose. only while he poured his liquor in with his right. you honest tradesman.A Tale of Two Cities cornered spittoon. Jerry. standing jaggedly all over it. he muffled again. several times. he moved this muffler with his left hand. Jerry. harping on one theme as he rode. and growing down hill almost to his broad. no!’ said the messenger. the shadows of the night took such shapes to him as arose out of the message. so much more like the top of a strongly spiked wall than a head of hair. Jerry. ‘It wouldn’t do for you. who was to deliver it to greater authorities within. It was so like Smith’s work. ‘No. as soon as that was done. which descended nearly to the wearer’s knees. by Temple Bar. he had stiff. to take off his hat to scratch his head. which was raggedly bald. and over a great muffler for the chin and throat.

whenever the coach got a special jolt—nodded in his place. the shadows of the night revealed themselves. in the forms their dozing eyes and wandering thoughts suggested. and more drafts were honoured in five minutes than even Tellson’s. opened before him. jolted. They seemed to be numerous. What time. with all its foreign and home connection. with its three fellowinscrutables inside. rattled. and he went in among them with the great 21 of 670 . likewise.A Tale of Two Cities such shapes to the mare as arose out of HER private topics of uneasiness. with half-shut eyes. The rattle of the harness was the chink of money. became the bank. To whom. Then the strong-rooms underground. ever paid in thrice the time. Tellson’s Bank had a run upon it in the mail. and driving him into his corner. and the coach-lamp dimly gleaming through them. and did a great stroke of business. the mail-coach lumbered. As the bank passenger— with an arm drawn through the leathern strap. with such of their valuable stores and secrets as were known to the passenger (and it was not a little that he knew about them). which did what lay in it to keep him from pounding against the next passenger. at Tellson’s. and bumped upon its tedious way. for she shied at every shadow on the road. the little coach-windows. and the bulky bundle of opposite passenger.

which of the multitude of faces that showed themselves before him was the true face of the buried person. and found them safe. lamentation. and strong. so did varieties of sunken cheek. though the bank was almost always with him.forty by years. the shadows of the night did not indicate. Pride. emaciated hands and figures. and though the coach (in a confused way. But. succeeded one another. like the presence of pain under an opiate) was always with him. and in the ghastliness of their worn and wasted state. just as he had last seen them. all through the night. cadaverous colour. contempt. and every head was prematurely white. there was another current of impression that never ceased to run.’ 22 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities keys and the feebly-burning candle. and they differed principally in the passions they expressed. But the face was in the main one face. He was on his way to dig some one out of a grave. defiance. but they were all the faces of a man of five-and. Now. and sound. submission. stubbornness. A hundred times the dozing passenger inquired of this spectre: ‘Buried how long?’ The answer was always the same: ‘Almost eighteen years. and still.

Got out at last.’ ‘I hope you care to live?’ ‘I can’t say. and the hedge at the roadside retreating by jerks. he would suddenly fan away to dust. and then it was. I don’t understand. to get the reality of mist and rain on his cheek. and lower the window. Sometimes the broken reply was. ‘Take me to her.’ Sometimes. The passenger would then start to himself. ‘Wait! It would kill me if I saw her too soon. with earth hanging about his face and hair.’ ‘Shall I show her to you? Will you come and see her?’ The answers to this question were various and contradictory. the passenger in his fancy would dig. Yet even when his eyes were opened on the mist and rain. on the moving patch of light from the lamps.A Tale of Two Cities ‘You had abandoned all hope of being dug out?’ ‘Long ago.’ ‘You know that you are recalled to life?’ ‘They tell me so. now with a great key. now with his hands—to dig this wretched creature out. it was given in a tender rain of tears.’ Sometimes it was staring and bewildered. and dig.’ After such imaginary discourse. ‘I don’t know her. the night 23 of 670 . and then it was. dig—now with a spade.

’ The words were still in his hearing as just spoken— distinctly in his hearing as ever spoken words had been in his life—when the weary passenger started to the 24 of 670 . would all be there. until his mind lost its hold of them. and the real message returned. the ghostly face would rise. The real Banking-house by Temple Bar. the real business of the past day. the real strong rooms.A Tale of Two Cities shadows outside the coach would fall into the train of the night shadows within.’ Dig—dig—dig—until an impatient movement from one of the two passengers would admonish him to pull up the window. and they again slid away into the bank and the grave. the real express sent after him. ‘Buried how long?’ ‘Almost eighteen years.’ ‘I hope you care to live?’ ‘I can’t say. and speculate upon the two slumbering forms. ‘Buried how long?’ ‘Almost eighteen years. draw his arm securely through the leathern strap. and he would accost it again. Out of the midst of them.’ ‘You had abandoned all hope of being dug out?’ ‘Long ago.

and looked out at the rising sun. ‘Gracious Creator of day! To be buried alive for eighteen years!’ 25 of 670 . the sky was clear. ‘Eighteen years!’ said the passenger. a quiet coppice-wood.A Tale of Two Cities consciousness of daylight. Though the earth was cold and wet. looking at the sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land. with a plough upon it where it had been left last night when the horses were unyoked. in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow still remained upon the trees. He lowered the window. and the sun rose bright. and found that the shadows of the night were gone. beyond. placid. and beautiful.

drawer?’ ‘Yes. sir?’ 26 of 670 . sir. sir. tomorrow. By that time. if the weather holds and the wind sets tolerable fair. was rather like a larger sort of dog. Lorry.A Tale of Two Cities IV The Preparation When the mail got successfully to Dover. its disageeable smell. the head drawer at the Royal George Hotel opened the coach-door as his custom was. was rather like a larger dog-kennel. a tangle of shaggy wrapper. the passenger. with its damp and dirty straw. and muddy legs. flapping hat. Mr. for a mail journey from London in winter was an achievement to congratulate an adventurous traveller upon. shaking himself out of it in chains of straw. and its obscurity. ‘There will be a packet to Calais. in the course of the forenoon. The mildewy inside of the coach. The tide will serve pretty nicely at about two in the afternoon. Bed. there was only one adventurous traveller left be congratulated: for the two others had been set down at their respective roadside destinations. He did it with some flourish of ceremony.

but I want a bedroom. The coffee-room had no other occupant. than the gentleman in brown. His breakfasttable was drawn before the fire. sir. pretty well worn. that forenoon. (You will find a fine sea-coal fire. with its light 27 of 670 . and a barber. and passengers by the mail being always heavily wrapped up from head to foot. if you please. Pull off gentleman’s boots in Concord. view. with large square cuffs and large flaps to the pockets.’ ‘And then breakfast. sir. now. Consequently. when a gentleman of sixty. and several maids and the landlady. Download the free trial version. That way. and edit PDF. Show Concord! Gentleman’s valise and hot water to Concord. the room had the odd interest for the establishment of the Royal George. sir. and as he sat.) Fetch barber to Concord. that although but one kind of man was seen to go into it. formally dressed in a brown suit of clothes. ‘I shall not go to bed till night. but very well kept. for Concord!’ The Concord bed-chamber being always assigned to a passenger by the mail. Stir about there. passed along on his way to his breakfast. all kinds and varieties of men came out of it. another drawer. sir? Yes. and two porters. were all loitering by accident at various points of the road between the Concord and the coffee-room.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create.

for his brown stockings fitted sleek and close. perhaps the confidential bachelor clerks in Tellson’s Bank were principally occupied with 28 of 670 . though not of a fineness in accordance with his stockings. some pains to drill to the composed and reserved expression of Tellson’s Bank. A face habitually suppressed and quieted. setting very close to his head: which wig. though plain. as though it pitted its gravity and longevity against the levity and evanescence of the brisk fire. that he might have been sitting for his portrait. and was a little vain of it. in years gone by. and a loud watch ticking a sonorous sermon under his flapped waist-coat. His linen. He had a good leg. But. was as white as the tops of the waves that broke upon the neighbouring beach. were trim. was still lighted up under the quaint wig by a pair of moist bright eyes that it must have cost their owner. He had a healthy colour in his cheeks. bore few traces of anxiety. but which looked far more as though it were spun from filaments of silk or glass.A Tale of Two Cities shining on him. was made of hair. though lined. too. waiting for the meal. Very orderly and methodical he looked. or the specks of sail that glinted in the sunlight far at sea. with a hand on each knee. and his face. and were of a fine texture. he sat so still. He wore an odd little sleek crisp flaxen wig. it is to be presumed. his shoes and buckles.

I think. Not much in the habit of such travelling yourself. and he said to the drawer. and perhaps second-hand cares. sir. A vast deal of travelling.’ ‘Yes.’ 29 of 670 . We have oftentimes the honour to entertain your gentlemen in their travelling backwards and forwards betwixt London and Paris. Mr.’ ‘Yes. sir. It is fifteen years since we—since I— came last from France. sir?’ ‘Not of late years.’ ‘Yes. sir?’ ‘Yes. We are quite a French House. sir. sir. Jarvis Lorry. Lorry dropped off to sleep. in Tellson and Company’s House. Completing his resemblance to a man who was sitting for his portrait. or she may only ask for a gentleman from Tellson’s Bank. sir. Please to let me know. like second-hand clothes. come easily off and on. as well as an English one.’ ‘Yes.A Tale of Two Cities the cares of other people. as he moved his chair to it: ‘I wish accommodation prepared for a young lady who may come here at any time to-day. She may ask for Mr. The arrival of his breakfast roused him. Tellson’s Bank in London.

sir? That was before my time here. and the sea did what it liked. crooked town of Dover hid itself away from the beach. sir!’ Rounding his mouth and both his eyes. that a House like Tellson and Company was flourishing. dropped into a comfortable attitude. The air 30 of 670 . a matter of fifty. The little narrow. and stood surveying the guest while he ate and drank. Before our people’s time here. sir. the waiter shifted his napkin from his right arm to his left. as he stepped backward from the table. The beach was a desert of heaps of sea and stones tumbling wildly about.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Indeed. and thundered at the cliffs. yet not be far from the truth. sir. sir. he went out for a stroll on the beach. as from an observatory or watchtower. and brought the coast down. and ran its head into the chalk cliffs. and say a hundred and fifty. and what it liked was destruction. like a marine ostrich. Lorry had finished his breakfast. It thundered at the town.’ ‘But I would hold a pretty wager. When Mr.’ ‘I believe so. According to the immemorial usage of waiters in all ages. not to speak of fifteen years ago?’ ‘You might treble that. sir. madly.’ ‘Indeed. The George was in other hands at that time.

A bottle of good claret after dinner does a digger in the red coals no harm. which had been at intervals clear enough to allow the French coast to be seen. and the air. Mr.A Tale of Two Cities among the houses was of so strong a piscatory flavour that one might have supposed sick fish went up to be dipped in it. and had just poured out his last glassful of wine with as complete an appearance of satisfaction as is ever to be found in an elderly gentleman of a fresh complexion who 31 of 670 . who did no business whatever. sometimes unaccountably realised large fortunes. and was near flood. digging. Small tradesmen. as sick people went down to be dipped in the sea. and he sat before the coffee-room fire. Mr. digging. When it was dark. awaiting his dinner as he had awaited his breakfast. and a quantity of strolling about by night. and it was remarkable that nobody in the neighbourhood could endure a lamplighter. his mind was busily digging. otherwise than as it has a tendency to throw him out of work. Lorry had been idle a long time. became again charged with mist and vapour. and looking seaward: particularly at those times when the tide made. Lorry’s thoughts seemed to cloud too. As the day declined into the afternoon. A little fishing was done in the port. in the live red coals.

settle his odd little flaxen wig at the ears. These had been oiled and oiled. and loaded with heavy dark tables. and rumbled into the inn-yard. It was a large. and was extremely anxious to see the gentleman from Tellson’s immediately. until the two tall candles on the table in the middle of the room were gloomily reflected on every leaf. The gentleman from Tellson’s had nothing left for it but to empty his glass with an air of stolid desperation. furnished in a funereal manner with black horsehair. and follow the waiter to Miss Manette’s apartment. 32 of 670 . and required none then. ‘This is Mam’selle!’ said he. in deep graves of black mahogany. and would be happy to see the gentleman from Tellson’s.A Tale of Two Cities has got to the end of a bottle. and no light to speak of could be expected from them until they were dug out. dark room. if it suited his pleasure and convenience. when a rattling of wheels came up the narrow street. In a very few minutes the waiter came in to announce that Miss Manette had arrived from London. as if THEY were buried. ‘So soon?’ Miss Manette had taken some refreshment on the road. He set down his glass untouched.

of rifting and knitting itself into an expression that was not quite one of perplexity. and a forehead with a singular capacity (remembering how young and smooth it was). slight. Lorry. he saw standing to receive him by the table between them and the fire. on the frame of which. until. when the hail drifted heavily and the sea ran high. like a breath along the surface of the gaunt pier-glass behind her. The likeness passed away. a pair of blue eyes that met his own with an inquiring look. one cold time. though it included all the four expressions-as his eyes rested on these things. and still holding her straw travelling. or wonder. a hospital procession of negro cupids. having got past the two tall candles. a young lady of not more than seventeen.hat by its ribbon in her hand. picking his way over the well-worn Turkey carpet. of a child whom he had held in his arms on the passage across that very Channel.A Tale of Two Cities The obscurity was so difficult to penetrate that Mr. As his eyes rested on a short. were offering black baskets of Dead Sea fruit to 33 of 670 . in some adjacent room. a sudden vivid likeness passed before him. a quantity of golden hair. or alarm. pretty figure. or merely of a bright fixed attention. several headless and all cripples. in a riding-cloak. for the moment. supposed Miss Manette to be.

‘I kiss your hand. ‘I received a letter from the Bank. Lorry moved in his chair. a little foreign in its accent. 34 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities black divinities of the feminine gender-and he made his formal bow to Miss Manette. miss. and took his seat. either word will do. sir. but a very little indeed. As if THEY had any help for anybody in their absurd baskets! ‘—rendered it necessary that I should go to Paris. and cast a troubled look towards the hospital procession of negro cupids. there to communicate with a gentleman of the Bank. whom I never saw—so long dead—‘ Mr. as he made his formal bow again.’ said Mr.’ ‘—respecting the small property of my poor father.’ ‘Myself.’ ‘As I was prepared to hear.’ In a very clear and pleasant young voice. sir. with a pretty desire to convey to him that she felt how much older and wiser he was than she. Lorry. with the manners of an earlier date. sir. He made her another bow. ‘Pray take a seat.’ She curtseyed to him (young ladies made curtseys in those days). so good as to be despatched to Paris for the purpose. yesterday. miss. informing me that some intelligence—or discovery—‘ ‘The word is not material.

and that I must prepare myself to find them of a surprising nature. but I think a messenger was sent after him to beg the favour of his waiting for me here. during the journey. The gentleman had left London. ‘Yes—I—‘ After a pause. and who are so kind as to advise me. that as it was considered necessary.’ ‘Naturally.’ said Mr.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I replied to the Bank. I have done my best to prepare myself. besides being singular—and she raised her hand. he added. in his indecision. met her glance. sir. by those who know. I shall be more happy to execute it. Lorry. that I should go to France. and that as I am an orphan and have no friend who could go with me.’ He did not begin.’ said Mr. I should esteem it highly if I might be permitted to place myself.’ ‘I was happy. I thank you very gratefully. and I naturally have a strong and eager interest to know what they are. ‘to be entrusted with the charge. The young forehead lifted itself into that singular expression—but it was pretty and characteristic. under that worthy gentleman’s protection. but. ‘It is very difficult to begin. as if with an 35 of 670 . It was told me by the Bank that the gentleman would explain to me the details of the business. again settling the crisp flaxen wig at the ears.’ ‘Sir. I thank you indeed. Lorry.

‘Are you quite a stranger to me. the line of which was as delicate and fine as it was possible to be. and the moment she raised her eyes again. relate to you. I presume. went on: ‘In your adopted country.’ ‘Miss Manette. when he added. customers. in the banking business we usually call our connection our 36 of 670 . Between the eyebrows and just over the little feminine nose. I am not much else. I am a man of business. ‘Yes. Miss Manette?’ ‘If you please. with your leave. don’t heed me any more than if I was a speaking machine-truly. sir?’ ‘Am I not?’ Mr. In your reception of it. He watched her as she mused. sir. or stayed some passing shadow. the expression deepened itself as she took her seat thoughtfully in the chair by which she had hitherto remained standing. miss.A Tale of Two Cities involuntary action she caught at. and extended them outwards with an argumentative smile. Lorry opened his hands. the story of one of our customers. I cannot do better than address you as a young English lady. I will. I have a business charge to acquit myself of.’ ‘Story!’ He seemed wilfully to mistake the word she had repeated. in a hurry.

the gentleman was of Beauvais. His affairs. I am a mere machine. nothing like sentiment. just as I pass from one of our customers to another in the course of my business day. Our relations were business relations. of Beauvais. but confidential. I have no feelings. He was a French gentleman. of twenty years ago. Like Monsieur Manette. miss. in short. and had been—oh! twenty years. your father.A Tale of Two Cities customers. the gentleman was of repute in Paris. I have passed from one to another. I was at that time in our French House. in the course of my business life. He married—an English lady—and I was one of the trustees. were entirely in Tellson’s hands. To go on—‘ 37 of 670 .’ ‘At that time—I may ask. miss. at what time. I had the honour of knowing him there. your father. In a similar way I am. yes. sir?’ ‘I speak. These are mere business relations. a man of great acquirements— a Doctor. trustee of one kind or other for scores of our customers. a scientific gentleman. no particular interest. there is no friendship in them. like the affairs of many other French gentlemen and French families. or I have been. Like Monsieur Manette.’ ‘Not of Beauvais?’ ‘Why.

and using his right by turns to rub his chin. ‘Miss Manette. pull his wig at the ears. and that all the relations I hold with my fellow-creatures are mere business relations.’ After this odd description of his daily routine of employment.’ Mr. Mr. miss. I pass my whole life. and I begin to think’ —the curiously roughened forehead was very intent upon him—‘that when I was left an orphan through my mother’s surviving my father only two years. and he put it with some ceremony to his lips. in saying I had no feelings. No. in turning an immense pecuniary Mangle. Feelings! I have no time for them. and. sir. no chance of them. And you will see how truly I spoke of myself just now. when you reflect that I have never seen you since. I am almost sure it was you. Lorry flattened his flaxen wig upon his 38 of 670 . it was you who brought me to England. Lorry took the hesitating little hand that confidingly advanced to take his. He then conducted the young lady straightway to her chair again.A Tale of Two Cities ‘But this is my father’s story. it WAS I. or point what he said. and I have been busy with the other business of Tellson’s House since. you have been the ward of Tellson’s House since. stood looking down into her face while she sat looking up into his. holding the chair-back with his left hand.

across the water there. ‘So far. if he had suddenly and silently disappeared. for instance. bringing his left hand from the back of the chair to lay it on the supplicatory fingers that clasped him in so violent a tremble: ‘pray control your agitation— a matter of business. head with both hands (which was most unnecessary. As I was saying—‘ Her look so discomposed him that he stopped. if it had not been difficult to guess to what dreadful place. if Monsieur Manette had not died. miss (as you have remarked). the privilege of filling up blank forms for the 39 of 670 . and edit PDF. Lorry. Now comes the difference. start. wandered. And she caught his wrist with both her hands. in a soothing tone. though no art could trace him. If your father had not died when he did—Don’t be frightened! How you start!’ She did. for nothing could be flatter than its shining surface was before). Download the free trial version. ‘Pray. indeed. and resumed his former attitude. view. if he had an enemy in some compatriot who could exercise a privilege that I in my own time have known the boldest people afraid to speak of in a whisper.’ said Mr. this is the story of your regretted father.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. if he had been spirited away. and began anew: ‘As I was saying.

the court. if his wife had implored the king. Miss. Regard it as a matter of business-business that must be done. the queen. and you—ARE collected.’ ‘A daughter.’ ‘You speak collectedly.—then the history of your father would have been the history of this unfortunate gentleman. by rearing her in the belief that her father was dead— No.’ ‘I will. for any tidings of him. That’s good!’ (Though his manner was less satisfied than his words. You can bear it?’ ‘I can bear anything but the uncertainty you leave me in at this moment. 40 of 670 . if the poor lady had suffered so intensely before her little child was born.’ ‘I entreat you to tell me more. Now if this doctor’s wife. sir.A Tale of Two Cities consignment of any one to the oblivion of a prison for any length of time. though a lady of great courage and spirit. I am going to. and all quite in vain.) ‘A matter of business. had suffered so intensely from this cause before her little child was born—‘ ‘The little child was a daughter. A-a-matter of business—don’t be distressed. that she came to the determination of sparing the poor child the inheritance of any part of the agony she had known the pains of. the clergy. the Doctor of Beauvais. sir.

that she communicated some reassurance to Mr. for instance. for the truth!’ ‘A-a matter of business. beautiful. Miss Manette. that’s right. O dear. or wasted there through many lingering years. at two years old. she sat so still when he had very gently raised her. it would be so encouraging. You confuse me. she left you. without the dark cloud upon you of living in uncertainty whether your father soon wore his heart out in prison. or how many shillings in twenty guineas. And when she died—I believe broken-hearted— having never slackened her unavailing search for your father. and how can I transact business if I am confused? Let us be clearheaded. I should be so much more at my ease about your state of mind. what nine times ninepence are.’ Without directly answering to this appeal. ‘That’s right. compassionate sir.A Tale of Two Cities don’t kneel! In Heaven’s name why should you kneel to me!’ ‘For the truth. to grow to be blooming. and the hands that had not ceased to clasp his wrists were so much more steady than they had been. and happy. Courage! Business! You have business before you. If you could kindly mention now. useful business. your mother took this course with you. Jarvis Lorry. good.’ 41 of 670 .

and that what they had was secured to your mother and to you. as if she were saying it in a dream. had deepened into one of pain and horror. to identify him if I can: you. which had so particularly attracted his notice. of money. She said. it is possible. Your father has been taken to the house of an old servant in Paris. He is alive.’ A shiver ran through her frame. ‘But he has been—been found. and we are going there: I. though we will hope the best. in a low. and from it through his. Still. distinct. as if he pictured to himself that it might have been already tinged with grey. duty. with an admiring pity. There has been no new discovery. alive. but—‘ He felt his wrist held closer.A Tale of Two Cities As he said the words he looked down. ‘I am going to see his Ghost! It will be his Ghost—not him!’ 42 of 670 . The expression in the forehead. love. and he stopped. it is too probable. or of any other property. to restore him to life. awe-stricken voice. almost a wreck. ‘You know that your parents had no great possession. on the flowing golden hair. Greatly changed. comfort. and which was now immovable. rest.

entries. his own.’ She repeated in the same tone. or always designedly held prisoner. important as they are to French credit. It would be worse than useless now to inquire which. and a fair land journey. and 43 of 670 . Better not to mention the subject. see now! The best and the worst are known to you. I have been happy. avoid all naming of the matter. It would be worse than useless now to make any inquiries. not a scrap of writing openly referring to it. ‘I have been free. and even Tellson’s. This is a secret service altogether. anywhere or in any way. and to remove him—for a while at all events— out of France.A Tale of Two Cities Mr. Lorry quietly chafed the hands that held his arm. laying stress upon it as a wholesome means of enforcing her attention: ‘he has been found under another name. Even I. because it would be dangerous. with a fair sea voyage. ‘There.’ said Mr. My credentials. and. I carry about me. long forgotten or long concealed. You are well on your way to the poor wronged gentleman. now. there! See now. worse than useless to seek to know whether he has been for years overlooked. sunk to a whisper. there. safe as an Englishman. you will be soon at his dear side. Lorry. yet his Ghost has never haunted me!’ ‘Only one thing more.

’ which may mean anything. Lorry’s breathless reflection. A wild-looking woman. and not even fallen back in her chair. are all comprehended in the one line. and soon settled the question of his detachment from the poor young lady. and with that last expression looking as if it were carved or branded into her forehead.A Tale of Two Cities memoranda. with her eyes open and fixed upon him. Lorry observed to be all of a red colour. or a great Stilton cheese. she sat under his hand. Mr. So close was her hold upon his arm. whom even in his agitation. therefore he called out loudly for assistance without moving. by laying a brawny hand upon his chest. and to be dressed in some extraordinary tightfitting fashion. utterly insensible. and to have on her head a most wonderful bonnet like a Grenadier wooden measure. and to have red hair. and good measure too. ("I really think this must be a man!’ was Mr. simultaneously with his coming against the wall. ‘Recalled to Life. and sending him flying back against the nearest wall. that he feared to detach himself lest he should hurt her.) 44 of 670 . But what is the matter! She doesn’t notice a word! Miss Manette!’ Perfectly still and silent. came running into the room in advance of the inn servants.

look at you all!’ bawled this figure. instead of standing there staring at me? I am not so much to look at.’ There was an immediate dispersal for these restoratives. Do you call THAT being a Banker?’ Mr. that he could only look on. with her pretty pale face and her cold hands. quick. cold water. having banished the inn servants under the mysterious penalty of ‘letting them know’ something not mentioned if they stayed there. Lorry. and tended her with great skill and gentleness: calling her ‘my precious!’ and ‘my bird!’ and spreading her golden hair aside over her shoulders with great pride and care. while the strong woman. Lorry was so exceedingly disconcerted by a question so hard to answer.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Why. at a distance. ‘And you in brown!’ she said. and vinegar. and coaxed her to lay her drooping head upon her shoulder. indignantly turning to Mr. recovered her charge by a regular series of gradations. and she softly laid the patient on a sofa. am I? Why don’t you go and fetch things? I’ll let you know. 45 of 670 . I will. ‘Why don’t you go and fetch things. staring. addressing the inn servants. without frightening her to death? Look at her. couldn’t you tell her what you had to tell her. if you don’t bring smelling-salts. with much feebler sympathy and humility.

if she does. do you suppose Providence would have cast my lot in an island?’ This being another question hard to answer. ‘If it was ever intended that I should go across salt water. My darling pretty!’ ‘I hope. Jarvis Lorry withdrew to consider it. 46 of 670 . too!’ replied the strong woman. Mr.’ said Mr. after another pause of feeble sympathy and humility. ‘that you accompany Miss Manette to France?’ ‘A likely thing.’ said Mr.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I hope she will do well now. Lorry. Lorry. ‘No thanks to you in brown.

The accident had happened in getting it out of a cart. or tried to help women. these were surrounded. the hoops had burst. in the street. the cask had tumbled out with a run. one might have thought. had dammed it into little pools. All the people within reach had suspended their business. to run to the spot and drink the wine. each by its own jostling group or crowd. according to its size. Others. or their idleness. who bent over their shoulders. The rough. to stem the wine 47 of 670 . made scoops of their two hands joined. before the wine had all run out between their fingers. Some men kneeled down.A Tale of Two Cities V The Wine-shop A large cask of wine had been dropped and broken. expressly to lame all living creatures that approached them.embankments. shattered like a walnut-shell. dipped in the puddles with little mugs of mutilated earthenware. irregular stones of the street. and designed. and sipped. which were squeezed dry into infants’ mouths. men and women. to sip. and it lay on the stones just outside the door of the wine-shop. or even with handkerchiefs from women’s heads. pointing every way. others made small mud.

an observable inclination on the part of every one to join some other one. set it in motion again.A Tale of Two Cities as it ran. as suddenly as they had broken out. to frolicsome embraces. shaking of hands. the 48 of 670 . When the wine was gone. There was no drainage to carry off the wine. others. and much playfulness. others devoted themselves to the sodden and lee-dyed pieces of the cask. a dozen together. directed by lookers-on up at high windows. and even joining of hands and dancing. which led. but so much mud got taken up along with it. to cut off little streams of wine that started away in new directions. women. and children—resounded in the street while this wine game lasted. these demonstrations ceased. A shrill sound of laughter and of amused voices—voices of men. and not only did it all get taken up. licking. that there might have been a scavenger in the street. The man who had left his saw sticking in the firewood he was cutting. drinking of healths. There was a special companionship in it. There was little roughness in the sport. darted here and there. and the places where it had been most abundant were raked into a gridiron-pattern by fingers. especially among the luckier or lighter-hearted. if anybody acquainted with it could have believed in such a miraculous presence. and even champing the moister wine-rotted fragments with eager relish.

and the forehead of the woman who nursed her baby. and many faces. where it was spilled. left red marks on the billets. Those who had been greedy with the staves of the cask. 49 of 670 . moved away. returned to it. and one tall joker so besmirched. and many wooden shoes. and a gloom gathered on the scene that appeared more natural to it than sunshine.A Tale of Two Cities women who had left on a door-step the little pot of hot ashes. at which she had been trying to soften the pain in her own starved fingers and toes. The time was to come. The wine was red wine. and when the stain of it would be red upon many there. had acquired a tigerish smear about the mouth. and many naked feet. The hands of the man who sawed the wood. too. was stained with the stain of the old rag she wound about her head again. men with bare arms. and cadaverous faces. his head more out of a long squalid bag of a nightcap than in it. matted locks. who had emerged into the winter light from cellars. and had stained the ground of the narrow street in the suburb of Saint Antoine. when that wine too would be spilled on the street-stones. scrawled upon a wall with his finger dipped in muddy wine-lees—BLOOD. or in those of her child. It had stained many hands. in Paris. to descend again.

A Tale of Two Cities And now that the cloud settled on Saint Antoine. which a momentary gleam had driven from his sacred countenance. in the wretched clothing that hung upon poles and lines. most especially the last. passed in and out at every doorway. Hunger was pushed out of the tall houses. Hunger. and ploughed into every furrow of age and coming up afresh. the children had ancient faces and grave voices. Samples of a people that had undergone a terrible grinding and regrinding in the mill. and upon them. and upon the grown faces. was the sigh. among its refuse. Hunger stared down from the smokeless chimneys. looked from every window. dirt. Hunger was the inscription on the baker’s 50 of 670 . shivered at every corner. but. ignorance. The mill which had worked them down. of anything to eat. sickness. and certainly not in the fabulous mill which ground old people young. and started up from the filthy street that had no offal. Hunger was patched into them with straw and rag and wood and paper. fluttered in every vestige of a garment that the wind shook. the darkness of it was heavy-cold. and want. Hunger was repeated in every fragment of the small modicum of firewood that the man sawed off. was the mill that grinds young people old. were the lords in waiting on the saintly presence-nobles of great power all of them. It was prevalent everywhere.

written in every small loaf of his scanty stock of bad bread. at the sausage-shop. shelves. all. A narrow winding street. only the leanest scrags of meat. and all smelling of rags and nightcaps. with other narrow winding streets diverging. The trade signs (and they were almost as many as the shops) were. Hunger rattled its dry bones among the roasting chestnuts in the turned cylinder. the baker. nor foreheads knitted into the likeness of the gallows-rope they mused about enduring. fried with some reluctant drops of oil. all peopled by rags and nightcaps. view. nor compressed lips. eyes of fire were not wanting among them. and all visible things with a brooding look upon them that looked ill. croaked over their scanty measures of thin 51 of 670 . In the hunted air of the people there was yet some wild-beast thought of the possibility of turning at bay. the coarsest of meagre loaves. The people rudely pictured as drinking in the wine-shops. Depressed and slinking though they were. Its abiding place was in all things fitted to it. Hunger was shred into atomics in every farthing porringer of husky chips of potato. The butcher and the porkman painted up. Download the free trial version. in every dead-dog preparation that was offered for sale. full of offence and stench. white with what they suppressed. grim illustrations of Want. and edit PDF. or inflicting.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create.

and every wind that blew over France shook the rags of the 52 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities wine and beer. when the gaunt scarecrows of that region should have watched the lamplighter. and lighted. had no footways. and hoisted them again. The kennel. save tools and weapons. the cutler’s knives and axes were sharp and bright. in their idleness and hunger. Indeed they were at sea. but broke off abruptly at the doors. the time was not come yet. as to conceive the idea of improving on his method. the smith’s hammers were heavy. to make amends. ran down the middle of the street—when it ran at all: which was only after heavy rains. one clumsy lamp was slung by a rope and pulley. and the gunmaker’s stock was murderous. when the lamplighter had let these down. and hauling up men by those ropes and pulleys. For. and were gloweringly confidential together. into the houses. but. with their many little reservoirs of mud and water. The crippling stones of the pavement. so long. and then it ran. the time was to come. a feeble grove of dim wicks swung in a sickly manner overhead. at wide intervals. But. Nothing was represented in a flourishing condition. by many eccentric fits. to flare upon the darkness of their condition. and the ship and crew were in peril of tempest. as if they were at sea. at night. Across the streets.

and the master of the wine-shop had stood outside it. picked up for the purpose. ‘What now? Are you a subject for the mad hospital?’ said the wine-shop keeper. what do you do there?’ The fellow pointed to his joke with immense significance. Let them bring another. and completely failed. better than most others in its appearance and degree. ‘The people from the market did it.’ There. in a yellow waistcoat and green breeches. then. fine of song and feather. his eyes happening to catch the tall joker writing up his joke. as is often the way with his tribe too. ‘It’s not my affair. 53 of 670 .’ said he. my Gaspard.A Tale of Two Cities scarecrows in vain. for the birds. looking on at the struggle for the lost wine. took no warning. as is often the way with his tribe. It missed its mark. perhaps not) upon the joker’s heart. and smeared over it. The wine-shop was a corner shop. he called to him across the way: ‘Say. ‘Why do you write in the public streets? Is there—tell me thou—is there no other place to write such words in?’ In his expostulation he dropped his cleaner hand (perhaps accidentally. and obliterating the jest with a handful of mud. crossing the road. with a final shrug of the shoulders.

and he should have been of a hot temperament. not to say wolfishly practical character. Good-humoured looking on the whole. he looked. but carried one slung over his shoulder. for nothing would turn the man. such as it was—quite deliberately. evidently a man of a strong resolution and a set purpose. and came down in a fantastic dancing attitude. under those circumstances. and finish there. as having dirtied the hand on his account.A Tale of Two Cities The joker rapped it with his own. he wiped his soiled hand upon the joker’s dress.’ With that advice. His shirtsleeves were rolled up. ‘Call wine. put it on.’ said the other. He was a dark man altogether. and held out. A joker of an extremely. although it was a bitter day. took a nimble spring upward. and then recrossed the road and entered the wine-shop. This wine-shop keeper was a bull-necked. wine. and his brown arms were bare to the elbows. a man not desirable to be met. 54 of 670 . he wore no coat. rushing down a narrow pass with a gulf on either side. with good eyes and a good bold breadth between them. Neither did he wear anything more on his head than his own crisply-curling short dark hair. martiallooking man of thirty. too. too. ‘Put it on. for. with one of his stained shoes jerked off his foot into his hand. but implacable-looking.

sat in the shop behind the counter as he came in. This. with her right elbow supported by her left hand. The wine-shop keeper accordingly rolled his eyes about. was wrapped in fur. Madame Defarge said nothing when her lord came in. for any new customer who had dropped in while he stepped over the way. but coughed just one grain of cough.A Tale of Two Cities Madame Defarge. his wife. Madame Defarge being sensitive to cold. with a watchful eye that seldom seemed to look at anything. and had a quantity of bright shawl twined about her head. a large hand heavily ringed. There was a character about Madame Defarge. but she had laid it down to pick her teeth with a toothpick. from which one might have predicated that she did not often make mistakes against herself in any of the reckonings over which she presided. strong features. in combination with the lifting of her darkly defined eyebrows over her toothpick by the breadth of a line. until they rested upon an elderly gentleman and a 55 of 670 . Her knitting was before her. suggested to her husband that he would do well to look round the shop among the customers. Thus engaged. though not to the concealment of her large earrings. a steady face. Madame Defarge was a stout woman of about his own age. and great composure of manner.

When this interchange of Christian name was effected. Jacques.A Tale of Two Cities young lady.’ ‘What the devil do YOU do in that galley there?’ said Monsieur Defarge to himself. ‘This is our man. Jacques?’ said one of these three to Monsieur Defarge. picking her teeth with her toothpick. 56 of 670 .’ But. Jacques. As he passed behind the counter. two playing dominoes. and fell into discourse with the triumvirate of customers who were drinking at the counter.’ answered Monsieur Defarge. ‘that many of these miserable beasts know the taste of wine. Jacques?’ ‘It is so. ‘It is not often. ‘I don’t know you. he took notice that the elderly gentleman said in a look to the young lady. or of anything but black bread and death. ‘How goes it. ‘Is all the spilt wine swallowed?’ ‘Every drop.’ Monsieur Defarge returned. three standing by the counter lengthening out a short supply of wine. he feigned not to notice the two strangers. Other company were there: two playing cards. and raised her eyebrows by the breadth of another line. Is it not so. coughed another grain of cough. addressing Monsieur Defarge.’ said the second of the three. Madame Defarge. who were seated in a corner.

The last of the three now said his say. kept her eyebrows up. and hard lives they live. ‘Gentlemen—my wife!’ The three customers pulled off their hats to Madame Defarge. Jacques?’ ‘You are right. She acknowledged their homage by bending her head.’ was the response of Monsieur Defarge.A Tale of Two Cities At this second interchange of the Christian name. 57 of 670 . Madame Defarge. and slightly rustled in her seat. Jacques. This third interchange of the Christian name was completed at the moment when Madame Defarge put her toothpick by. and raised her eyebrows by the breadth of another line. Then she glanced in a casual manner round the wine-shop. as he put down his empty drinking vessel and smacked his lips. Jacques. ‘Ah! So much the worse! A bitter taste it is that such poor cattle always have in their mouths. coughed another grain of cough. took up her knitting with great apparent calmness and repose of spirit. still using her toothpick with profound composure. with three flourishes. ‘Hold then! True!’ muttered her husband. and became absorbed in it. and giving them a quick look. Am I right.

Mr. joined Monsieur Defarge in the doorway 58 of 670 . Madame Defarge knitted with nimble fingers and steady eyebrows. Monsieur Defarge started and became deeply attentive.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Gentlemen. sir. and left the place. ‘good day. who had kept his bright eye observantly upon her. is on the fifth floor. but very decided. Almost at the first word. and were inquiring for when I stepped out. and can show the way. went out. The chamber. ‘Willingly. ‘near to the window of my establishment. and saw nothing. and they. one of you has already been there.’ said Monsieur Defarge. Their conference was very short. The eyes of Monsieur Defarge were studying his wife at her knitting when the elderly gentleman advanced from his corner. furnished bachelor. The gentleman then beckoned to the young lady. It had not lasted a minute. adieu!’ They paid for their wine.’ said her husband. that you wished to see. Jarvis Lorry and Miss Manette. The doorway of the staircase gives on the little courtyard close to the left here. and begged the favour of a word. Gentlemen. and quietly stepped with him to the door. emerging from the wine-shop thus. now that I remember.fashion. when he nodded and went out. too. But.’ pointing with his hand.

’ 59 of 670 .’ Thus.’ ‘Of his own desire?’ ‘Of his own necessity. He had no goodhumour in his face. but had become a secret. to Mr. dangerous man. Lorry. when I first saw him after they found me and demanded to know if I would take him. ‘It is very high. It was a gentle action. who should be with him!’ said the other. and put her hand to his lips. it is a little difficult. then?’ ‘Yes. but not at all gently done. Better to begin slowly. ‘Is he alone?’ the latter whispered. As he was. as they began ascending the stairs. so he is now. and. ‘Is he always alone. in a stern voice. angry.A Tale of Two Cities to which he had directed his own company just before. at my peril be discreet—as he was then. and was the general public entrance to a great pile of houses. in the same low voice. a very remarkable transformation had come over him in a few seconds. It opened from a stinking little black courtyard. ‘Alone! God help him. nor any openness of aspect left.paved entry to the gloomy tile-paved staircase. Monsieur Defarge. inhabited by a great number of people. Monsieur Defarge bent down on one knee to the child of his old master. In the gloomy tile.

at that time. Each of these stoppages was 60 of 670 . even if poverty and deprivation had not loaded it with their intangible impurities. but. Mr. it was vile indeed to unaccustomed and unhardened senses. the way lay. Lorry’s spirits grew heavier and heavier. the two bad sources combined made it almost insupportable. Every little habitation within the great foul nest of one high building—that is to say. with its accessories. as he and his two companions ascended higher and higher. Yielding to his own disturbance of mind. by a steep dark shaft of dirt and poison.A Tale of Two Cities ‘He is greatly changed?’ ‘Changed!’ The keeper of the wine-shop stopped to strike the wall with his hand. besides flinging other refuse from its own windows. the room or rooms within every door that opened on the general staircase—left its own heap of refuse on its own landing. in the older and more crowded parts of Paris. Such a staircase. and mutter a tremendous curse. Through such an atmosphere. Jarvis Lorry twice stopped to rest. Mr. No direct answer could have been half so forcible. The uncontrollable and hopeless mass of decomposition so engendered. and to his young companion’s agitation. which became greater every instant. would be bad enough now. would have polluted the air.

At last. nearer or lower than the summits of the two great towers of Notre-Dame. The keeper of the wine-shop. of a steeper inclination and of contracted dimensions. the top of the staircase was gained. Through the rusted bars. seemed to escape. to be ascended. before the garret story was reached. as though he dreaded to be asked any question by the young lady. and all spoilt and sickly vapours seemed to crawl in. and they stopped for the third time. surprised. were caught of the jumbled neighbourhood. took out a key. ‘You think it necessary to keep the unfortunate gentleman so retired?’ 61 of 670 . ‘The door is locked then. carefully feeling in the pockets of the coat he carried over his shoulder. and nothing within range. tastes. had any promise on it of healthy life or wholesome aspirations. Yes. turned himself about here. by which any languishing good airs that were left uncorrupted. ‘Ay. always going a little in advance. and always going on the side which Mr. rather than glimpses.A Tale of Two Cities made at a doleful grating.’ was the grim reply of Monsieur Defarge. my friend?’ said Mr. Lorry. Lorry took. and. There was yet an upper staircase.

and not only possible. Let us go on. locked up. friend Defarge. Business. ‘Is it possible!’ repeated Defarge. business!’ 62 of 670 . and. bitterly. and frowned heavily. Let our good friend here. Then. ‘Courage. but done—done. now. Come. And a beautiful world we live in. dear miss! Courage! Business! The worst will be over in a moment.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I think it necessary to turn the key. begin. by this time she trembled under such strong emotion. such dread and terror.’ ‘Is it possible!’ exclaimed Mr. it is but passing the room-door.’ This dialogue had been held in so very low a whisper. above all.’ Monsieur Defarge whispered it closer in his ear. all the good you bring to him. ‘Yes. that he would be frightened-rave-tear himself to pieces-die-come to I know not what harm—if his door was left open. and her face expressed such deep anxiety. all the happiness you bring to him. Lorry. Lorry felt it incumbent on him to speak a word or two of reassurance. every day. that Mr. But. assist you on that side. when it IS possible. Long live the Devil. That’s well. that not a word of it had reached the young lady’s ears. all the relief. see you!—under that sky there. and when many other such things are possible. ‘Why?’ ‘Why! Because he has lived so long. and the worst is over.

they came all at once in sight of three men. ‘I forgot them in the surprise of your visit. view. and went silently down.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. They went up slowly and softly.’ explained Monsieur Defarge.’ ‘Who are the few? How do you choose them?’ 63 of 670 . through some chinks or holes in the wall. Mr. ‘Leave us. There appearing to be no other door on that floor.’ The three glided by. and they were soon at the top. Lorry asked him in a whisper. On hearing footsteps close at hand. and the keeper of the wine-shop going straight to this one when they were left alone. we have business here. with a little anger: ‘Do you make a show of Monsieur Manette?’ ‘I show him. in the way you have seen. good boys. to a chosen few. Download the free trial version. whose heads were bent down close together at the side of a door. There. and edit PDF.’ ‘Is that well?’ ‘I think it is well. and who were intently looking into the room to which the door belonged. The staircase was short. as it had an abrupt turn in it. and showed themselves to be the three of one name who had been drinking in the wine-shop. and rose. these three turned.

a little moment. he stooped. Little more than a single syllable could have been spoken on either side. ‘Come in. if you please. Soon raising his head again. he drew the key across it. A faint voice answered something. and beckoned them to enter.’ she answered.’ With an admonitory gesture to keep them back. Enough. The door slowly opened inward under his hand. he struck twice or thrice upon the door—evidently with no other object than to make a noise there. business!’ he urged. before he put it clumsily into the lock. Stay there. Mr.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I choose them as real men. and he looked into the room and said something. that is another thing. and turned it as heavily as he could. He looked back over his shoulder. you are English. of my name—Jacques is my name—to whom the sight is likely to do good. three or four times. and looked in through the crevice in the wall. With the same intention. for he felt that she was sinking. with a moisture that was not of business shining on his cheek. come in!’ ‘I am afraid of it. Lorry got his arm securely round the daughter’s waist. shuddering. ‘A-a-a-business. ‘Of it? What?’ 64 of 670 . and held her.

Finally. methodically. and faced round. took out the key again. with a little crane over it for the hoisting up of stores from the street: unglazed. he drew over his neck the arm that shook upon his shoulder. like any other door of French construction. Of my father.’ Rendered in a manner desperate. the ability to do any work requiring nicety in such obscurity. Such a scanty portion of light was admitted through these means. clinging to him. 65 of 670 . Defarge drew out the key. and hurried her into the room. and held it in his hand. and held her. To exclude the cold. locked it on the inside. and the other was opened but a very little way. He stopped there. the window of dormer shape. was in truth a door in the roof. built to be a depository for firewood and the like. He sat her down just within the door. was dim and dark: for. and long habit alone could have slowly formed in any one. that it was difficult. by her state and by the beckoning of their conductor. and closing up the middle in two pieces. on first coming in. closed the door. to see anything. and with as loud and harsh an accompaniment of noise as he could make. lifted her a little.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I mean of him. All this he did. he walked across the room with a measured tread to where the window was. one half of this door was fast closed. The garret.

stooping forward and very busy. 66 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities Yet. with his back towards the door. a white-haired man sat on a low bench. making shoes. work of that kind was being done in the garret. for. and his face towards the window where the keeper of the wine-shop stood looking at him.

Its deplorable peculiarity was. before the face had dropped again. It was not the faintness of physical weakness. I see?’ After a long silence. that it was like a voice underground. It was raised for a moment. looking down at the white head that bent low over the shoemaking. as if it were at a distance: ‘Good day!’ ‘You are still hard at work.’ This time. The faintness of the voice was pitiable and dreadful. ‘Yes—I am working. So sunken and suppressed it was. and a very faint voice responded to the salutation. So entirely had it lost the life and resonance of the human voice. It was like the last feeble echo of a sound made long and long ago. a pair of haggard eyes had looked at the questioner. So expressive it was. of a 67 of 670 . that it was the faintness of solitude and disuse. and the voice replied. though confinement and hard fare no doubt had their part in it. the head was lifted for another moment. that it affected the senses like a once beautiful colour faded away into a poor weak stain.A Tale of Two Cities VI The Shoemaker ‘Good day!’ said Monsieur Defarge.

pausing in his labour.’ said Defarge. would have remembered home and friends in such a tone before lying down to die. who had not removed his gaze from the shoemaker. at the floor on the other side of him.A Tale of Two Cities hopeless and lost creature. ‘I want. looked with a vacant air of listening. ‘What did you say?’ ‘You can bear a little more light?’ ‘I must bear it. ‘to let in a little more light here. A broad ray of light fell into the garret.’ (Laying the palest shadow of a stress upon the second word. His 68 of 670 . then.) The opened half-door was opened a little further. but with a dull mechanical perception. that a famished traveller. upward at the speaker. wearied out by lonely wandering in a wilderness. if you let it in. and showed the workman with an unfinished shoe upon his lap. You can bear a little more?’ The shoemaker stopped his work. beforehand. and secured at that angle for the time. that the spot where the only visitor they were aware of had stood. Some minutes of silent work had passed: and the haggard eyes had looked up again: not with any interest or curiosity. then similarly. at the floor on one side of him. was not yet empty.

and forgetting to speak. He had a white beard. and his old canvas frock.A Tale of Two Cities few common tools and various scraps of leather were at his feet and on his bench. He had put up a hand between his eyes and the light. pausing in his work. faded down to such a dull uniformity of parchment-yellow. and exceedingly bright eyes. without first wandering in this manner. and showed his body to be withered and worn. a hollow face. The hollowness and thinness of his face would have caused them to look large. and his loose stockings. as if he had lost the habit of associating place with sound. and the very bones of it seemed transparent. He never looked at the figure before him. He. had. and all his poor tatters of clothes. without first looking down on this side of himself. Lorry to come forward. but not very long. he never spoke. but. 69 of 670 . motioning to Mr. So he sat. in a long seclusion from direct light and air. His yellow rags of shirt lay open at the throat. raggedly cut. ‘Are you going to finish that pair of shoes to-day?’ asked Defarge. that it would have been hard to say which was which. under his yet dark eyebrows and his confused white hair. they were naturally large. though they had been really otherwise. and looked unnaturally so. then on that. with a steadfastly vacant gaze.

but the unsteady fingers of one of his hands strayed to his lips as he looked at it (his lips and his nails were of the same pale leadcolour).’ Mr. but without removing a hand from his work. I suppose so. Take it. Lorry came silently forward. He showed no surprise at seeing another figure. and he bent over it again. for a minute or two. monsieur. the question reminded him of his work. and then the hand dropped to his work. 70 of 670 . Show him that shoe you are working at. Lorry took it in his hand. and he once more bent over the shoe. Mr. The look and the action had occupied but an instant.’ But. you see. ‘Come!’ said Defarge.’ The shoemaker looked up as before. ‘You have a visitor. leaving the daughter by the door. ‘Here is monsieur.’ said Monsieur Defarge. who knows a well-made shoe when he sees one. by the side of Defarge. I don’t know. ‘What did you say?’ ‘Here is a visitor. the shoemaker looked up. When he had stood.A Tale of Two Cities ‘What did you say?’ ‘Do you mean to finish that pair of shoes to-day?’ ‘I can’t say that I mean to.

‘And the maker’s name?’ said Defarge. I never saw the mode. and then the knuckles of the left hand in the hollow of the right. and so on in regular changes. The task of recalling him from the vagrancy into which he always sank when he had spoken. without a moment’s intermission. I have had a pattern in my hand. for monsieur’s information?’ ‘It is a lady’s shoe.’ There was a longer pause than usual. It is a young lady’s walking-shoe. ‘Did you ask me for my name?’ ‘Assuredly I did.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Tell monsieur what kind of shoe it is. Now that he had no work to hold.’ 71 of 670 . and then passed a hand across his bearded chin.’ He glanced at the shoe with some little passing touch of pride. couldn’t you describe the kind of shoe. and the maker’s name. was like recalling some very weak person from a swoon. What did you say?’ ‘I said. It is in the present mode. he laid the knuckles of the right hand in the hollow of the left. or endeavouring. before the shoemaker replied: ‘I forget what it was you asked me. in the hope of some disclosure. to stay the spirit of a fast-dying man.

North Tower. I was not a shoemaker by trade.A Tale of Two Cities ‘One Hundred and Five. ‘I asked leave to teach myself. nor a groan. looking steadfastly at him. His eyes came slowly back. ringing those measured changes on his hands the whole time. and resumed. ‘I am not a shoemaker by trade? No. he started.’ 72 of 670 . when they rested on it. reverting to a subject of last night. Lorry.’ With a weary sound that was not a sigh. and I have made shoes ever since. to the face from which they had wandered. I-I learnt it here. he bent to work again. at last. and I got it with much difficulty after a long while. I taught myself.’ ‘Is that all?’ ‘One Hundred and Five. even for minutes. ‘You are not a shoemaker by trade?’ said Mr. in the manner of a sleeper that moment awake. until the silence was again broken. North Tower. I asked leave to—‘ He lapsed away. His haggard eyes turned to Defarge as if he would have transferred the question to him: but as no help came from that quarter. they turned back on the questioner when they had sought the ground.

rising in your mind. and he sat looking fixedly at the questioner. no old business. at Mr. by turns. they were fainter. and where she now stood looking at him. but they had been there. still looking steadfastly in his face: ‘Monsieur Manette. if not even to keep him off and shut out the sight of him. they were gone. Lorry laid his hand upon Defarge’s arm. do you remember nothing of me?’ The shoe dropped to the ground. Mr. Mr. And so exactly was the expression repeated on the fair young face of her who had crept along the wall to a point where she could see him. Is there no old banker. no old time. Lorry said. Look at me. no old servant. Lorry and at Defarge. ‘Monsieur Manette". but which were now extending towards him. with hands which at first had been only raised in frightened compassion. gradually forced themselves through the black mist that had fallen on him. Monsieur Manette?’ As the captive of many years sat looking fixedly. ‘do you remember nothing of this man? Look at him. They were overclouded again. trembling with eagerness to 73 of 670 . some long obliterated marks of an actively intent intelligence in the middle of the forehead.A Tale of Two Cities As he held out his hand for the shoe that had been taken from him.

and resumed his work. beside him. monsieur?’ asked Defarge in a whisper. for a single moment.A Tale of Two Cities lay the spectral face upon her warm young breast. She stood. At first I thought it quite hopeless. the face that I once knew so well. he took the shoe up. Hush! Let us draw further back. Hush!’ She had moved from the wall of the garret. ‘Yes. and love it back to life and hope—so exactly was the expression repeated (though in stronger characters) on her fair young face. and he bent over his work. very near to the bench on which he sat. less and less attentively. Finally. that it looked as though it had passed like a moving light. Not a word was spoken. with a deep long sigh. Darkness had fallen on him in its place. for a moment. and his eyes in gloomy abstraction sought the ground and looked about him in the old way. like a spirit. There was something awful in his unconsciousness of the figure that could have put out its hand and touched him as he stooped over his labour. not a sound was made. He looked at the two. from him to her. 74 of 670 . ‘Have you recognised him. but I have unquestionably seen.

She had no fear of his striking at her with the knife. he was heard to say: ‘What is this?’ With the tears streaming down her face. view. He had taken it up. He recoiled. that he had occasion to change the instrument in his hand. at length. then clasped them on her breast. but she stayed them with a motion of her hand. she sat down on the bench beside him. The two spectators started forward. she put her two hands to her lips. as if she laid his ruined head there. but she laid her hand upon his arm. ‘You are not the gaoler’s daughter?’ She sighed ‘No. and kissed them to him. in the pauses of his quick and laboured breathing. for his shoemaker’s knife. Download the free trial version. He raised them. It happened. and was stooping to work again. when his eyes caught the skirt of her dress. and after a while his lips began to form some words. and edit PDF. He stared at her with a fearful look. By degrees. A strange thrill struck him when she 75 of 670 . and saw her face. though no sound proceeded from them.’ ‘Who are you?’ Not yet trusting the tones of her voice.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. It lay on that side of him which was not the side on which she stood. though they had.

he took it up and looked at it. Advancing his hand by little and little. in some old day. 76 of 670 . and it contained a very little quantity of hair: not more than one or two long golden hairs. After looking doubtfully at it. two or three times. on his knee. she laid her hand upon his shoulder. as he sat staring at her. put his hand to his neck. and fell down over her neck. and visibly passed over his frame. ‘It is the same. He opened this. and looked closely at it. he seemed to become conscious that it was in hers too. fell to work at his shoemaking. and took off a blackened string with a scrap of folded rag attached to it. and looked at her. He turned her full to the light. Releasing his arm.A Tale of Two Cities did so. He took her hair into his hand again. carefully. had been hurriedly pushed aside. as if to be sure that it was really there. with another deep sigh. he laid the knife down’ softly. But not for long. In the midst of the action he went astray. Her golden hair. How can it be! When was it! How was it!’ As the concentrated expression returned to his forehead. he laid down his work. which she wore in long curls. wound off upon his finger. which he had. and.

‘I entreat you.’ Those were the words I said. good gentlemen. though they may in the spirit. and went up to his white hair.’ He formed this speech with his lips many times before he could utter it. and he refolded his little packet and tried to secure it in his breast. I remember them very well. But when he did find spoken words for it. ‘Whose voice was that?’ His hands released her as he uttered this cry. but he still looked at her. they came to him coherently. in a low voice. though slowly. that night when I was summoned out—she had a fear of my going. which they tore in a frenzy. and gloomily shook his head. ‘How was this?—WAS IT YOU?’ Once more. It died out. as everything but his shoemaking did die out of him. do not move!’ ‘Hark!’ he exclaimed. ‘You will leave me them? They can never help me to escape in the body. and only said. But she sat perfectly still in his grasp. the two spectators started. 77 of 670 . do not come near us. do not speak.A Tale of Two Cities ‘She had laid her head upon my shoulder. as he turned upon her with a frightful suddenness. though I had none—and when I was brought to the North Tower they found these upon my sleeve.

this is not a voice she ever heard. and who my mother was. and who my father. kiss me! O my dear. weep for it. that I pray to you to touch me and to bless me. his daughter fell upon her knees before him. But I cannot tell you at this time. but I hope it is—if you hear in my voice any resemblance to a voice that once was sweet music in your ears. you are too young. no. and how I never knew their hard. is. All that I may tell you. Kiss me. this is not the face she knew. my dear!’ His cold white head mingled with her radiant hair. hard history. ‘If you hear in my voice—I don’t know that it is so. weep for it. which warmed and lighted it as though it were the light of Freedom shining on him. too blooming. in touching my hair. What is your name. She was—and He was—before the slow years of the North Tower—ages ago. with her appealing hands upon his breast. no. my gentle angel?’ Hailing his softened tone and manner. anything that recalls a beloved head that lay on your breast when you were young and free. and I cannot tell you here. No. at another time you shall know my name. ‘O. here and now. It can’t be. weep for it! If you touch. sir. weep for it! 78 of 670 . no. These are not the hands she knew.A Tale of Two Cities ‘No. See what the prisoner is.

O. weep for it!’ She held him closer round the neck. and for me! Good gentlemen. where I will be true to you with all my duty and with all my faithful service. weep for it! Weep for her. when I tell you. weep for it. weep for it! And if. weep for it. that your agony is over. and of my father who is living. and his sobs strike against my heart. you learn that I have to kneel to my honoured father. thank God! I feel his sacred tears upon my face. ‘If. and rocked him on her breast like a child. dearest dear. weep for it. and of my mother who is dead. and his face dropped on her breast: a sight so touching. because the love of my poor mother hid his torture from me. when I hint to you of a Home that is before us. and implore his pardon for having never for his sake striven all day and lain awake and wept all night. thank God!’ He had sunk in her arms. while your poor heart pined away. when I shall tell you of my name. then. and that we go to England to be at peace and at rest. see! Thank God for us. and that I have come here to take you from it. and of our native France so wicked to you. I bring back the remembrance of a Home long desolate. I cause you to think of your useful life laid waste.A Tale of Two Cities If. yet so terrible in the 79 of 670 .

he could be taken away—‘ ‘But. that the two beholders covered their faces. for all 80 of 670 . from the. ‘More fit for that.’ said Defarge. He had gradually dropped to the floor. and his heaving breast and shaken form had long yielded to the calm that must follow all storms— emblem to humanity.’ ‘It is true. Lorry as he stooped over them. and her hair drooping over him curtained him from the light. ‘all could be arranged for our leaving Paris at once. and lay there in a lethargy. She had nestled down with him. after repeated blowings of his nose. ‘More than that. who was kneeling to look on and hear. Monsieur Manette is. Lorry. worn out. of the rest and silence into which the storm called Life must hush at last—they came forward to raise the father and daughter from the ground. very door.A Tale of Two Cities tremendous wrong and suffering which had gone before it. Is he fit for the journey?’ asked Mr. ‘If. without disturbing him. than to remain in this city. When the quiet of the garret had been long undisturbed. so dreadful to him. I think. consider. so that.’ she said. raising her hand to Mr. that his head might lie upon her arm.

shall I hire a carriage and post-horses?’ ‘That’s business.’ ‘Then be so kind. Why should you be? If you will lock the door to secure us from interruption. when you come back. I do not doubt that you will find him. best out of France. resuming on the shortest notice his methodical manners. The darkness deepened and deepened.’ urged Miss Manette. and as time pressed. ‘as to leave us here. Lorry. the daughter laid her head down on the hard ground close at the father’s side. You see how composed he has become. and in favour of one of them remaining. In any case. But. ‘and if business is to be done. and hurrying away to do it. I will take care of him until you return. and watched him. and you cannot be afraid to leave him with me now.A Tale of Two Cities reasons. as there were not only carriage and horses to be seen to. Say.’ Both Mr. Then. and then we will remove him straight. as quiet as you leave him. I had better do it. but travelling papers. it came at last to their hastily dividing the business that was necessary to be done. for the day was drawing to an end. as the darkness closed in. Lorry and Defarge were rather disinclined to this course.’ said Mr. 81 of 670 .

until a light gleamed through the chinks in the wall. Monsieur Defarge put this provender. and agreed for the time to tamper with him no more. bread and meat. In the submissive way of one long accustomed to obey under coercion. he was so confused. Lorry roused the captive. Whether he knew what had happened. that had not been seen in him before. and so very slow to answer. besides travelling cloaks and wrappers. he had some pleasure in the mere sound of his daughter’s voice.A Tale of Two Cities and they both lay quiet. and hot coffee. were questions which no sagacity could have solved. and he and Mr. wine. yet. he ate and drank what they gave him to 82 of 670 . that they took fright at his bewilderment. They tried speaking to him. No human intelligence could have read the mysteries of his mind. Lorry and Monsieur Defarge had made all ready for the journey. on the shoemaker’s bench (there was nothing else in the garret but a pallet bed). and had brought with them. and the lamp he carried. and assisted him to his feet. whether he knew that he was free. but. lost manner of occasionally clasping his head in his hands. and invariably turned to it when she spoke. He had a wild. Mr. whether he recollected what they had said to him. in the scared blank wonder of his face.

it evidently was for the strong fortress-walls which had long encompassed him. They heard him mutter. as being in expectation of a drawbridge. Lorry closing the little procession.A Tale of Two Cities eat and drink. ‘Remember? No. ‘One Hundred and Five. and put on the cloak and other wrappings. was apparent to them. my father? You remember coming up here?’ ‘What did you say?’ But. and stared at the roof and round at the wails. Mr.’ That he had no recollection whatever of his having been brought from his prison to that house. It was so very long ago. I don’t remember. and he 83 of 670 . They began to descend. he murmured an answer as if she had repeated it. that they gave him to wear. They had not traversed many steps of the long main staircase when he stopped. On their reaching the courtyard he instinctively altered his tread. and when there was no drawbridge. before she could repeat the question.’ and when he looked about him. Monsieur Defarge going first with the lamp. North Tower. and took—and kept—her hand in both his own. ‘You remember the place. He readily responded to his daughter’s drawing her arm through his.

No crowd was about the door. no people were discernible at any of the many windows. and that was Madame Defarge—who leaned against the doorpost. to one of the city gates. illuminated coffee-houses. miserably. not even a chance passerby was in the street. Lorry’s feet were arrested on the step by his asking. Defarge got upon the box. Madame Defarge immediately called to her husband that she would get them. knitting. and theatre-doors.—and immediately afterwards leaned against the door-post. Under the over-swinging lamps—swinging ever brighter in the better streets. out of the lamplight. An unnatural silence and desertion reigned there. 84 of 670 . and went. and gave the word ‘To the Barrier!’ The postilion cracked his whip. he dropped his daughter’s hand and clasped his head again. and saw nothing.A Tale of Two Cities saw the carriage waiting in the open street. gay crowds. and saw nothing. She quickly brought them down and handed them in. Only one soul was to be seen. knitting. and his daughter had followed him. knitting. for his shoemaking tools and the unfinished shoes. The prisoner had got into a coach. and ever dimmer in the worse—and by lighted shops. through the courtyard. when Mr. and they clattered away under the feeble over-swinging lamps.

‘these are the papers of monsieur inside. at monsieur with the white head. and wondering what subtle powers were for ever lost to him. Forward!’ from the uniform. not an every day or an every night look. Monsieur the Officer. the eyes connected with the arm looked. they once more whispered in the ears of Mr. at the—’ He dropped his voice. and one of them being handed into the coach by an arm in uniform. out under the great grove of stars. under a short grove of feebler and feebler over-swinging lamps. so remote from this little earth that the learned tell us it is doubtful whether their rays have even yet discovered it. getting down. Beneath that arch of unmoved and eternal lights. as a point in space where anything is suffered or done: the shadows of the night were broad and black. until dawn. ‘Your papers. ‘It is well. And so. with the white head. there was a flutter among the military lanterns. at the guard-house there.’ said Defarge. They were consigned to me. with him. and taking him gravely apart. Jarvis Lorry—sitting opposite the buried man who had been dug out. ‘Adieu!’ from Defarge.A Tale of Two Cities Soldiers with lanterns. All through the cold and restless interval. and what were capable of restoration—the old inquiry: ‘I hope you care to be recalled to life?’ 85 of 670 . some. travellers!’ ‘See here then.

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but an active weapon which they flashed at more convenient places of business. but Tellson’s. Tellson’s wanted no embellishment. Tellson’s wanted no light. Tellson’s (they said) wanted no elbowroom. It was an old-fashioned place. This was no passive belief. proud of its darkness. thank Heaven!— Any one of these partners would have disinherited his son on the question of rebuilding Tellson’s.’s might.A Tale of Two Cities I Five Years Later Tellson’s Bank by Temple Bar was an old-fashioned place. it would be less respectable. and were fired by an express conviction that. In this respect the House was much on a par with the Country. which did very often disinherit its sons for suggesting 88 of 670 . moreover. very ugly. It was very small. or Snooks Brothers’ might. in the moral attribute that the partners in the House were proud of its smallness. They were even boastful of its eminence in those particulars. Noakes and Co. proud of its incommodiousness. even in the year one thousand seven hundred and eighty. very incommodious. very dark. proud of its ugliness. if it were less objectionable.

which were always under a shower-bath of mud from Fleet-street. or went into. but were only the more respectable. and which were made the dingier by their own iron bars proper. and you could hardly blink at it in the dismal twilight. where you meditated on a misspent life. 89 of 670 . After bursting open a door of idiotic obstinacy with a weak rattle in its throat. wormy old wooden drawers. while they examined the signature by the dingiest of windows.A Tale of Two Cities improvements in laws and customs that had long been highly objectionable. and came to your senses in a miserable little shop. particles of which flew up your nose and down your throat when they were opened and shut. Thus it had come to pass. and the heavy shadow of Temple Bar.’ you were put into a species of Condemned Hold at the back. that Tellson’s was the triumphant perfection of inconvenience. Your bank-notes had a musty odour. Your plate was stowed away among the neighbouring cesspools. you fell into Tellson’s down two steps. until the House came with its hands in its pockets. and evil communications corrupted its good polish in a day or two. If your business necessitated your seeing ‘the House. where the oldest of men made your cheque shake as if the wind rustled it. Your money came out of. with two little counters. as if they were fast decomposing into rags again.

the first letters written to you by your old love. the purloiner of forty shillings and sixpence was put to Death.A Tale of Two Cities Your deeds got into extemporised strong-rooms made of kitchens and sculleries. the holder of a horse at Tellson’s door. But indeed. the utterer of a bad note was put to Death. Your lighter boxes of family papers went up-stairs into a Barmecide room. even in the year one thousand seven hundred and eighty. and fretted all the fat out of their parchments into the banking-house air. or by your little children. the forger was put to Death. putting to death was a recipe much in vogue with all trades and professions. the coiner of a bad shilling was put to Death. was put to Death. the sounders of three-fourths of the notes in the whole gamut of Crime. at that time. that always had a great dining-table in it and never had a dinner. were but newly released from the horror of being ogled through the windows. Death is Nature’s remedy for all things. the unlawful opener of a letter was put to Death. who made off with it. and not least of all with Tellson’s. were put to Death. and where. and why not Legislation’s? Accordingly. Not that it did the least good in the way of prevention—it 90 of 670 . by the heads exposed on Temple Bar with an insensate brutality and ferocity worthy of Abyssinia or Ashantee.

They kept him in a dark place. like a cheese. and casting his breeches and gaiters into the general weight of the establishment. in its day. When they took a young man into Tellson’s London house. who was his express image. Cramped in all kinds of dun cupboards and hutches at Tellson’s. People 91 of 670 . the oldest of men carried on the business gravely. Then only was he permitted to be seen. unless upon an errand. its contemporaries. had taken so many lives.A Tale of Two Cities might almost have been worth remarking that the fact was exactly the reverse—but. who served as the live sign of the house. Tellson’s. and then he was represented by his son: a grisly urchin of twelve. spectacularly poring over large books. in a rather significant manner. and left nothing else connected with it to be looked after. it cleared off (as to this world) the trouble of each particular case. until he had the full Tellson flavour and blue-mould upon him. Thus. an occasional porter and messenger. if the heads laid low before it had been ranged on Temple Bar instead of being privately disposed of. like greater places of business. they would probably have excluded what little light the ground floor had. they hid him somewhere till he was old. unless called in—was an odd-job-man. that. Outside Tellson’s—never by any means in it. He was never absent during business hours.

half-past seven of the clock on a windy March morning. Cruncher’s private lodging in Hanging-sword-alley. But they were very decently kept. Whitefriars: the time. The scene was Mr. even if a closet with a single pane of glass in it might be counted as one. and between the cups and saucers arranged for breakfast.A Tale of Two Cities understood that Tellson’s. in the easterly parish church of Hounsditch. Anno Domini seventeen hundred and eighty. and on the youthful occasion of his renouncing by proxy the works of darkness. and time and tide had drifted this person to the post. and the lumbering deal table. Early as it was. he had received the added appellation of Jerry. (Mr. Cruncher himself always spoke of the year of our Lord as Anna Dominoes: apparently under the impression that the Christian era dated from the invention of a popular game. the room in which he lay abed was already scrubbed throughout. by a lady who had bestowed her name upon it. 92 of 670 . tolerated the odd-job-man. on the windy March morning. in a stately way. a very clean white cloth was spread. His surname was Cruncher. Cruncher’s apartments were not in a savoury neighbourhood. and were but two in number.) Mr. The house had always tolerated some person in that capacity.

he threw a boot at the woman as a third. whereas he often came home after banking hours with clean boots. Cruncher. ‘What!’ said Mr. began to roll and surge in bed. that. At which juncture. and may introduce the odd circumstance connected with Mr. with sufficient haste and trepidation to show that she was the person referred to. with his spiky hair looking as if it must tear the sheets to ribbons.’ said Mr. he slept heavily. It was a very muddy boot. ‘You’re at it agin. like a Harlequin at home. are you?’ After hailing the mom with this second salutation. but. At fast. ‘What. Aggerawayter?’ ‘I was only saying my prayers. he exclaimed. Cruncher. Cruncher’s domestic economy.A Tale of Two Cities Mr. in a voice of dire exasperation: ‘Bust me. if she ain’t at it agin!’ A woman of orderly and industrious appearance rose from her knees in a corner. he often got up next morning to find the same boots covered with clay. by degrees. varying his apostrophe after missing his mark—‘what are you up to. looking out of bed for a boot. until he rose above the surface.’ 93 of 670 . Cruncher reposed under a patchwork counterpane.

with unconscious inconsistency. ‘that the worth of YOUR prayers may be? Name the price that you put YOUR prayers at!’ ‘They only come from the heart. you have. I was praying for you.’ repeated Mr. ‘They ain’t worth much. then. Cruncher. strongly deprecated any praying away of his personal board. If you must go 94 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities ‘Saying your prayers! You’re a nice woman! What do you mean by flopping yourself down and praying agin me?’ ‘I was not praying against you. Whether or no.’ said Mr. you have. going a praying agin your father’s prosperity.’ ‘You weren’t. I won’t be took the liberty with. Cruncher. ‘And what do you suppose. young Jerry. I can’t afford it. I’m not a going to be made unlucky by YOUR sneaking. and praying that the bread-and-butter may be snatched out of the mouth of her only child. I won’t be prayed agin. You’ve got a religious mother. my boy: going and flopping herself down. And if you were. my son. I tell you.’ Master Cruncher (who was in his shirt) took this very ill. You’ve got a dutiful mother. and. Jerry. you conceited female.’ ‘Worth no more than that. turning to his mother. Here! your mother’s a nice woman. They are worth no more than that.

I am as rickety as a hackney-coach. For. what with piety and one blowed thing and another.’ here he addressed his wife once more. Cruncher. ‘if I ain’t.A Tale of Two Cities flopping yourself down. ‘I won’t be gone agin. my lines is strained to that degree that I shouldn’t know. If I had had any but a unnat’ral wife. I tell you. flop in favour of your husband and child. yet I’m none the better for it in pocket. been choused this last week into as bad luck as ever a poor devil of a honest tradesman met with! Young Jerry. my boy. dress yourself. give me a call. in this manner. I’m as sleepy as laudanum. B-uu-ust me!’ said Mr. and while I clean my boots keep a eye upon your mother now and then. Aggerawayter. and this poor boy had had any but a unnat’ral mother. if it wasn’t for the pain in ‘em. and what do you say now!’ 95 of 670 . and I won’t put up with it. and if you see any signs of more flopping. which was me and which somebody else. who all this time had been putting on his clothes. and not in opposition to ‘em. and it’s my suspicion that you’ve been at it from morning to night to prevent me from being the better for it in pocket. I might have made some money last week instead of being counter-prayed and countermined and religiously circumwented into the worst of luck.

Cruncher’s saying grace with particular animosity. mother. You wouldn’t put yourself in opposition to the interests of your husband and child. with a suppressed cry of ‘You are going to flop. ‘Now.A Tale of Two Cities Growling. his son. Crunches looking about. He resented Mrs. as his father’s did. — Halloa. Mr. Cruncher’s temper was not at all improved when he came to his breakfast. after raising this fictitious alarm. Aggerawayter! What are you up to? At it again?’ His wife explained that she had merely ‘asked a blessing. father!’ and. and whose young eyes stood close by one another. as if he rather expected to see the loaf disappear under the efficacy of his wife’s petitions. ‘I ain’t a going to be blest out of 96 of 670 . kept the required watch upon his mother.’ ‘Don’t do it!’ said Mr. He greatly disturbed that poor woman at intervals. where he made his toilet. Cruncher betook himself to his boot-cleaning and his general preparation for business. darting in again with an undutiful grin. Mr. too. whose head was garnished with tenderer spikes. In the meantime. would you? Not you!’ and throwing off other sarcastic sparks from the whirling grindstone of his indignation. such phrases as ‘Ah! yes! You’re religious. in addition. by darting out of his sleeping closet.

it formed the encampment for the day. Towards nine o’clock he smoothed his ruffled aspect. It could scarcely be called a trade. which stool. issued forth to the occupation of the day. and.’ His stock consisted of a wooden stool.—and was almost as in-looking. Mr. as if he had been up all night at a party which had taken anything but a convivial turn. Encamped at a quarter before nine. young Jerry. walking at his father’s side. made out of a broken-backed chair cut down.A Tale of Two Cities house and home. as the Bar itself. Cruncher was as well known to Fleet-street and the Temple.cornered hat to the oldest of men as they 97 of 670 . growling over it like any four-footed inmate of a menagerie. carried every morning to beneath the banking-house window that was nearest Temple Bar: where. in good time to touch his three. presenting as respectable and business-like an exterior as he could overlay his natural self with. On this post of his. Jerry Cruncher worried his breakfast rather than ate it. Keep still!’ Exceedingly red-eyed and grim. with the addition of the first handful of straw that could be gleaned from any passing vehicle to keep the cold and wet from the odd-job-man’s feet. in spite of his favourite description of himself as ‘a honest tradesman. I won’t have my wittles blest off my table.

to inflict bodily and mental injuries of an acute description on passing boys who were small enough for his amiable purpose. looking silently on at the morning traffic in Fleet-street. with young Jerry standing by him. that the mature Jerry bit and spat out straw. with their two heads as near to one another as the two eyes of each were. while the twinkling eyes of the youthful Jerry were as restlessly watchful of him as of everything else in Fleet-street. and the word was given: ‘Porter wanted!’ ‘Hooray. and cogitated. extremely like each other. Jerry took up his station on this windy March morning. 98 of 670 . young Jerry seated himself on the stool.A Tale of Two Cities passed in to Tellson’s. Father and son. when not engaged in making forays through the Bar. The head of one of the regular indoor messengers attached to Tellson’s establishment was put through the door. father! Here’s an early job to begin with!’ Having thus given his parent God speed. bore a considerable resemblance to a pair of monkeys. The resemblance was not lessened by the accidental circumstance. entered on his reversionary interest in the straw his father had been chewing.

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as a honest tradesman. as the result of that conference. Lorry. in something of a dogged manner.A Tale of Two Cities II A Sight ‘You know the Old Bailey.’ Mr. And you know Mr. Lorry. no doubt?’ said one of the oldest of clerks to Jerry the messenger. ‘than I. much better than I know the Bailey.’ ‘Very well. Find the door where the witnesses go in. ‘I DO know the Bailey. wish to know the Bailey. sir?’ ‘Into the court. well. Much better.’ ‘Into the court.’ said Jerry. He will then let you in.’ ‘Just so. sir. 100 of 670 .’ returned Jerry. Cruncher’s eyes seemed to get a little closer to one another. ‘Ye-es.’ ‘I know Mr. and to interchange the inquiry. sir?’ he asked. and show the door-keeper this note for Mr. not unlike a reluctant witness at the establishment in question. Lorry. ‘What do you think of this?’ ‘Am I to wait in the court. sir.

‘It is the law. after surveying him in silence until he came to the blotting-paper stage. but it’s wery hard to spile him.’ retained the ancient clerk.’ As the ancient clerk deliberately folded and superscribed the note.’ ‘Is that all. Lorry. my good friend. is.’ ‘It’s hard in the law to spile a man. and leave the law to take care of itself. The door-keeper will pass the note to Mr. sir. sir?’ ‘That’s all.’ 101 of 670 .’ ‘Not at all. to remain there until he wants you. Then what you have to do.’ remarked the ancient clerk. and do you make any gesture that will attract Mr.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I am going to tell you. Lorry’s attention. I think. ‘Barbarous!’ ‘It is the law. Cruncher. remarked: ‘I suppose they’ll be trying Forgeries this morning?’ ‘Treason!’ ‘That’s quartering. ‘Speak well of the law. Ifs hard enough to kill him. turning his surprised spectacles upon him. Take care of your chest and voice. Mr. This is to tell him you are there.’ said Jerry. He wishes to have a messenger at hand. and show him where you stand. I give you that advice.

from which pale travellers set out continually. the Old Bailey was famous as a kind of deadly inn-yard. of his destination. informed his son. Here is the letter.’ said Jerry. in carts and coaches. Some of us have damp ways. For the rest. and where dire diseases were bred. sir.’ said the old clerk.’ ‘WeB. the gaol was a vile place. Go along. ‘You are a lean old one. ‘we aa have our various ways of gaining a livelihood. in those days. in passing. on a violent passage into 102 of 670 . well. and sometimes rushed straight from the dock at my Lord Chief Justice himself. that the Judge in the black cap pronounced his own doom as certainly as the prisoner’s. too. remarking to himself with less internal deference than he made an outward show of. in which most kinds of debauchery and villainy were practised. It had more than once happened.’ Jerry took the letter. that came into court with the prisoners. and went his way.’ made his bow. and even died before him. what settles on my chest and voice. They hanged at Tyburn. and. and some of us have dry ways. But. ‘I leave you to judge what a damp way of earning a living mine is. and pulled him off the bench.A Tale of Two Cities ‘It’s the damp. so the street outside Newgate had not obtained one infamous notoriety that has since attached to it.

for extensive transactions in blood-money. the messenger found out the door he sought. also. people then paid to see the play at the Old Bailey. was wrong.’ an aphorism that would be as final as it is lazy. also.A Tale of Two Cities the other world: traversing some two miles and a half of public street and road. For. Making his way through the tainted crowd. another fragment of ancestral wisdom. that nothing that ever was. another dear old institution. a wise old institution. and shaming few good citizens. and so desirable to be good use in the beginning. the Old Bailey. was a choice illustration of the precept. very humanising and softening to behold in action. just as they paid to see the play in Bedlam—only the former entertainment was much the dearer. for the whipping-post. Therefore. all the Old Bailey doors were well 103 of 670 . at that date. Altogether. It was famous. too. did it not include the troublesome consequence. dispersed up and down this hideous scene of action. and handed in his letter through a trap in it. that ‘Whatever is is right. So powerful is use. if any. with the skill of a man accustomed to make his way quietly. that inflicted a punishment of which no one could foresee the extent. for the pillory. systematically leading to the most frightful mercenary crimes that could be committed under Heaven.

and then his head will be chopped off. Jerry Cruncher to squeeze himself into court. indeed. and then he’ll be taken down and sliced before his own face. with a relish. Lorry. whom he saw making his way to Mr. among 104 of 670 . you mean to say?’ Jerry added. and those were always left wide open. the door grudgingly turned on its hinges a very little way. Cruncher’s attention was here diverted to the door-keeper.’ Mr. and then his inside will be taken out and burnt while he looks on.’ said the other. ‘he’ll be drawn on a hurdle to be half hanged. and he’ll be cut into quarters. ‘Nothing yet. eh?’ ‘Ah!’ returned the man.’ ‘What’s coming on?’ ‘The Treason case. ‘What’s on?’ he asked. with the note in his hand.’ ‘The quartering one. ‘Don’t you be afraid of that. After some delay and demur. of the man he found himself next to. and allowed Mr.A Tale of Two Cities guarded—except. the social doors by which the criminals got there. by way of proviso. in a whisper.’ ‘If he’s found Guilty. Mr. That’s the sentence. Lorry sat at a table. ‘Oh! they’ll find him guilty.

or 105 of 670 . or a wind. except the one wigged gentleman who looked at the ceiling. and the prisoner was brought in. if a person may inquire?’ ‘Blest if I know that either. then. Everybody present. Presently. who had stood up to look for him. seemed to be concentrated on the ceiling of the court. stopped the dialogue. rolled at him. ‘Blest if I know. when Mr. and put to the bar. the dock became the central point of interest. whose whole attention.’ said Jerry.’ said Jerry.A Tale of Two Cities the gentlemen in wigs: not far from a wigged gentleman. Jerry attracted the notice of Mr. ‘What’s HE got to do with the case?’ asked the man he had spoken with. and a consequent great stir and settling down in the court. Lorry. All the human breath in the place. who had been standing there. After some gruff coughing and rubbing of his chin and signing with his hand. the prisoner’s counsel. Cruncher looked at him then or afterwards. who had a great bundle of papers before him: and nearly opposite another wigged gentleman with his hands in his pockets. ‘What have YOU got to do with it. stared at him. wont out. and who quietly nodded and sat down again. like a sea. The entrance of the Judge. Two gaolers.

and what not. or very dark grey. He was plainly dressed in black. and discharging it to mingle with the waves of other beer. Eager faces strained round pillars and corners. which was long and dark. people on the floor of the court. As an emotion of the mind will express itself through any covering of the body. Conspicuous among these latter. and already broke upon the great windows behind him in an impure mist and rain. more to be out of his way than for ornament. well-grown and welllooking. and coffee. was gathered in a ribbon at the back of his neck. spectators in back rows stood up. to a view of him— stood a-tiptoe. so the paleness which his situation engendered came through the brown upon his cheek. and tea. Jerry stood: aiming at the prisoner the beery breath of a whet he had taken as he came along. His condition was that of a young gentleman. not to miss a hair of him. that flowed at him. like an animated bit of the spiked wall of Newgate. to help themselves. with a sunburnt cheek and a dark eye. to get a sight of him. to see every inch of him. and gin. was a young man of about five-and-twenty. laid their hands on the shoulders of the people before them. stood upon next to nothing. and his hair.A Tale of Two Cities a fire. The object of all this staring and blaring. got upon ledges. at anybody’s cost. 106 of 670 .

The sort of interest with which this man was stared and breathed at. the French King. The form that was to be doomed to be so shamefully mangled. excellent. in his wars against our said serene. yielded the sensation. and so forth. and so forth. He was otherwise quite self-possessed. on divers occasions. and those of the 107 of 670 . and so forth. illustrious. the interest was. prince. at the root of it.A Tale of Two Cities showing the soul to be stronger than the sun. illustrious. and stood quiet. Whatever gloss the various spectators put upon the interest. Ogreish. assisted Lewis. by coming and going. Had he stood in peril of a less horrible sentence—had there been a chance of any one of its savage details being spared—by just so much would he have lost in his fascination. that was to say. excellent. was not a sort that elevated humanity. excellent. according to their several arts and powers of selfdeceit. the immortal creature that was to be so butchered and torn asunder. our Lord the King. by reason of his having. Silence in the court! Charles Darnay had yesterday pleaded Not Guilty to an indictment denouncing him (with infinite jingle and jangle) for that he was a false traitor to our serene. bowed to the Judge. between the dominions of our said serene. and by divers means and ways. was the sight. illustrious.

The court was all bestrewn with herbs and sprinkled with vinegar. beheaded. that the jury were swearing in. falsely. that they had not displaced a leaf of the herbs with which it was strewn. Crowds of the wicked and the wretched had been reflected in it. and otherwise evil-adverbiously. with his head becoming more and more spiky as the law terms bristled it. and quartered. nor assumed any theatrical air in it. and stood with his hands resting on the slab of wood before him. had in preparation to send to Canada and North America. stood there before him upon his trial. who was (and who knew he was) being mentally hanged. traitorously. and over and over again aforesaid. He was quiet and attentive. by everybody there. so composedly. illustrious. Over the prisoner’s head there was a mirror. and so arrived circuitously at the understanding that the aforesaid. excellent. This much. made out with huge satisfaction. to throw the light down upon him. Charles Darnay. and so forth. and wickedly. watched the opening proceedings with a grave interest. Jerry. as a precaution against gaol air and gaol fever. Attorney-General was making ready to speak. and that Mr.A Tale of Two Cities said French Lewis. neither flinched from the situation. revealing to the said French Lewis what forces our said serene. The accused. and had passed from its 108 of 670 .

he looked up. a man of a very remarkable appearance in respect of the absolute whiteness of his hair. About on a level with his eyes. and when he saw the glass his face flushed. that the action turned his face to that side of the court which was on his left. he looked as if he were old. It happened. as the ocean is one day to give up its dead. a change in his position making him conscious of a bar of light across his face. Haunted in a most ghastly manner that abominable place would have been. a young lady of little more than twenty. in that corner of the Judge’s bench. Be that as it may. and a gentleman who was evidently her father. may have struck the prisoner’s mind.A Tale of Two Cities surface and this earth’s together. When this expression was upon him. but pondering and self-communing. there sat. and so much to the changing of his aspect. that all the eyes that were tamed upon him. two persons upon whom his look immediately rested. Some passing thought of the infamy and disgrace for which it had been reserved. and his right hand pushed the herbs away. if the glass could ever have rendered back its reflections. and a certain indescribable intensity of face: not of an active kind. so immediately. turned to them. The spectators saw in the two figures. 109 of 670 .

and who had been sucking the rust off his fingers in his absorption.A Tale of Two Cities but when it was stirred and broken up—as it was now. stretched his neck to hear who they were. This had been so very noticeable. ‘Who are they?’ Jerry. She had drawn close to him. in a moment. that starers who had had no pity for him were touched by her. the messenger. and the other pressed upon it. as she sat by him.’ ‘Against what side?’ ‘The prisoner’s. not past the prime of life. so very powerfully and naturally shown. on his speaking to his daughter—he became a handsome man. in her dread of the scene. and in her pity for the prisoner. who had made his own observations. His daughter had one of her hands drawn through his arm. and from him it had been more slowly pressed and passed back. at last it got to Jerry: ‘Witnesses.’ 110 of 670 . and the whisper went about. The crowd about him had pressed and passed the inquiry on to the nearest attendant.’ ‘For which side?’ ‘Against. in his own manner. Her forehead had been strikingly expressive of an engrossing terror and compassion that saw nothing but the peril of the accused.

recalled them. view. Attorney-General rose to spin the rope. and hammer the nails into the scaffold. as Mr. 111 of 670 .eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. Download the free trial version. and looked steadily at the man whose life was in his hand. The Judge. leaned back in his seat. whose eyes had gone in the general direction. grind the axe. and edit PDF.

to ferret out the nature of the prisoner’s schemes. this patriot would be produced before them. it was certain the prisoner had. and. the real wickedness and guilt of his business might have remained undiscovered. but. That. was old in the treasonable practices which claimed the forfeit of his life. That this correspondence with the public enemy was not a correspondence of to-day. at once in an auspicious 112 of 670 . sublime. Attorney-General had to inform the jury. or of yesterday. That Providence. That. however. been in the habit of passing and repassing between France and England. his position and attitude were. That. or even of last year.A Tale of Two Cities III A Disappointment Mr. for longer than that. on the whole. to disclose them to his Majesty’s Chief Secretary of State and most honourable Privy Council. struck with horror. though young in years. or of the year before. on secret business of which he could give no honest account. if it were in the nature of traitorous ways to thrive (which happily it never was). that the prisoner before them. had put it into the heart of a person who was beyond fear and beyond reproach. he had been the prisoner’s friend. That. That.

Attorney-General’s) brothers and sisters. had resolved to immolate the traitor he could no longer cherish in his bosom. this shining citizen would assuredly have had one. if statues were decreed in Britain. in a general way. whereat the jury’s countenances displayed a guilty consciousness that they knew nothing about the passages). That. That. at the tips of their tongues. That. he preferred him to his (Mr. on the sacred altar of his country. That. or love of country. was in a manner contagious. as they were not so decreed. had communicated itself to the prisoner’s servant. and secrete his papers. Virtue. but that. and had engendered in him a holy determination to examine his master’s table-drawers and pockets. and honoured him more than his (Mr. Attorney-General) was prepared to hear some disparagement attempted of this admirable servant. as in ancient Greece and Rome. he (Mr. he probably would not have one. That. to public benefactors. as had been observed by the poets (in many passages which he well knew the jury would have. Attorney-General’s) father and 113 of 670 . to refer to whom however unworthily was an honour. word for word. the lofty example of this immaculate and unimpeachable witness for the Crown. more especially the bright virtue known as patriotism.A Tale of Two Cities and an evil hour detecting his infamy.

That. and of their disposition and preparation. these lists could not be proved to be in the prisoner’s handwriting.A Tale of Two Cities mother. the evidence of these two witnesses. within a few weeks before the date of the very first action fought between the British troops and the Americans. That. coupled with the documents of their discovering that would be produced. for these reasons. that. they never could tolerate the idea of their wives laying their heads upon their pillows. That. the proof would go back five years. and would show the prisoner already engaged in these pernicious missions. they never could lay their heads upon their pillows. both by sea and land. but that it was all the same. must positively find the prisoner Guilty. That. whether they liked it or not. and being a responsible jury (as THEY knew they were). and make an end of him. he called with confidence on the jury to come and do likewise. That. it was rather the better for the prosecution. That. they never could endure the notion of their children laying their heads upon their 114 of 670 . as showing the prisoner to be artful in his precautions. that. the jury. would show the prisoner to have been furnished with lists of his Majesty’s forces. being a loyal jury (as he knew they were). indeed. that. and would leave no doubt that he had habitually conveyed such information to a hostile power.

AttorneyGeneral had described it to be— perhaps. unless the prisoner’s head was taken off. if it had a fault. Mr. 115 of 670 . any laying of heads upon pillows at all. gentleman.A Tale of Two Cities pillows. that there never more could be. he scorned the base insinuation. following his leader’s lead. What did he live upon? His property. and on the faith of his solemn asseveration that he already considered the prisoner as good as dead and gone. begged to ask him a few questions. sitting not far from Mr. Solicitor-General then. Having released his noble bosom of its burden. the unimpeachable patriot appeared in the witness-box. That head Mr. When toned down again. Had he ever been a spy himself? No. he would have modestly withdrawn himself. When the Attorney-General ceased. but that the wigged gentleman with the papers before him. by name. a little too exactly. for them or theirs. still looking at the ceiling of the court. in the name of everything he could think of with a round turn in it. AttorneyGeneral concluded by demanding of them. The story of his pure soul was exactly what Mr. in short. examined the patriot: John Barsad. Lorry. The wigged gentleman sitting opposite. in anticipation of what he was soon to become. a buzz arose in the court as if a cloud of great blue-flies were swarming about the prisoner.

Ever pay him? No. he had. once received a kick on the top of a staircase. forced upon the prisoner in coaches. Kicked on that occasion for cheating at dice? Something to that effect was said by the intoxicated liar who committed the assault. Very distant? Rather. Had he inherited it? Yes. How many times? Two or three times. Not in regular government pay and employment. Never? Yes. Swear it was not true? Positively. Not five or six? Perhaps. to 116 of 670 . From whom? Distant relation. Ever been in prison? Certainly not. Frequently? No. Ever live by play? Not more than other gentlemen do. Ever live by cheating at play? Never. and fell downstairs of his own accord. Ever kicked downstairs? Decidedly not. Knew no more about the lists? No. Sure he saw the prisoner with these lists? Certain. once again. but it was not true. Was not this intimacy with the prisoner. Ever been kicked? Might have been. inns. in reality a very slight one. Never in a debtors’ prison?— Come.A Tale of Two Cities Where was his property? He didn’t precisely remember where it was. Never in a debtors’ prison? Didn’t see what that had to do with it. Had not procured them himself. and packets? No. Of what profession? Gentleman. for instance? No. Expect to get anything by this evidence? No. Ever borrow money of the prisoner? Yes. What was it? No business of anybody’s.

swore his way through the case at a great rate. and to keep an eye upon him. He had taken these lists from the drawer of the prisoner’s desk. aboard the Calais packet. In arranging his clothes.A Tale of Two Cities lay traps? Oh dear no. over and over again. He had not asked the prisoner to take the handy fellow as an act of charity—never thought of such a thing. he had been maligned respecting a mustard-pot. Or to do anything? Oh dear no. He began to have suspicions of the prisoner. in good faith and simplicity. He didn’t call it a particularly 117 of 670 . No motives but motives of sheer patriotism? None whatever. He had not put them there first. if he wanted a handy fellow. soon afterwards. He loved his country. and couldn’t bear it. Swear that? Over and over again. while travelling. and the prisoner had engaged him. both at Calais and Boulogne. He had asked the prisoner. He had never been suspected of stealing a silver tea-pot. and similar lists to French gentlemen. but it turned out to be only a plated one. He had taken service with the prisoner. he had seen similar lists to these in the prisoner’s pockets. The virtuous servant. He had seen the prisoner show these identical lists to French gentlemen at Calais. He had known the last witness seven or eight years. Roger Cly. that was merely a coincidence. four years ago. and had given information.

’ ‘Mr. and hoped there were many like him.A Tale of Two Cities curious coincidence.’ ‘Did they alight on the road in the course of the night?’ ‘They did. and Mr. and we were all so reserved.’ ‘Were there any other passengers in the mail?’ ‘Two. and the night was so dark.’ ‘On a certain Friday night in November one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Lorry. Neither did he call it a curious coincidence that true patriotism was HIS only motive too. Attorney-General called Mr. ‘Mr. are you a clerk in Tellson’s bank?’ ‘I am. The blue-flies buzzed again. most coincidences were curious. did business occasion you to travel between London and Dover by the mail?’ ‘It did. look upon the prisoner. Was he one of those two passengers?’ ‘I cannot undertake to say that he was. Jarvis Lorry.’ ‘Does he resemble either of these two passengers?’ ‘Both were so wrapped up. He was a true Briton. Jarvis Lorry.’ 118 of 670 . that I cannot undertake to say even that.

before?’ ‘I have. and the prisoner has not a timorous air. look once more upon the prisoner. Have you seen him. Mr. look again upon the prisoner.’ 119 of 670 . and made the voyage with me.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Mr.’ ‘Did you ever see a counterfeit of timidity. is there anything in his bulk and stature to render it unlikely that he was one of them?’ ‘No. Lorry. at Calais. to your certain knowledge. the prisoner came on board the packet-ship in which I returned.’ ‘At what hour did he come on board?’ ‘At a little after midnight. Except that I remember them both to have been—like myself— timorous of highwaymen. Lorry?’ ‘I certainly have seen that.’ ‘You will not swear. that he was not one of them?’ ‘No. Supposing him wrapped up as those two passengers were.’ ‘So at least you say he may have been one of them?’ ‘Yes. Lorry. Mr.’ ‘When?’ ‘I was returning from France a few days afterwards.’ ‘Mr. Lorry. and.

’ ‘Never mind about ‘happening. stood up where she had sat. They are here. Mr. The weather was stormy.’ Mr. Was he the only passenger who came on board at that untimely hour?’ ‘He happened to be the only one. to whom all eyes had been turned before. almost from shore to shore. and such earnest youth and beauty. Had you any conversation with the prisoner?’ ‘Hardly any. or with any companion?’ ‘With two companions. and were now turned again. and kept her hand drawn through his arm.’ ‘Were you travelling alone.’ ‘Miss Manette!’ The young lady. was far more trying to the accused than 120 of 670 . He was the only passenger who came on board in the dead of the night?’ ‘He was. look upon the prisoner. Lorry.A Tale of Two Cities ‘In the dead of the night. Her father rose with her. and I lay on a sofa.’ To be confronted with such pity. A gentleman and lady.’ ‘They are here. and the passage long and rough. ‘Miss Manette. Lorry.

have you seen the prisoner before?’ ‘Yes. and his efforts to control and steady his breathing shook the lips from which the colour rushed to his heart. The buzz of the great flies was loud again. ‘Miss Manette.’ ‘You are the young lady just now referred to?’ ‘O! most unhappily.’ ‘Miss Manette. not all the staring curiosity that looked on. Standing. I am!’ The plaintive tone of her compassion merged into the less musical voice of the Judge. as he said something fiercely: ‘Answer the questions put to you. could.’ 121 of 670 .’ ‘Recall it. apart with her on the edge of his grave. for the moment.’ ‘Where?’ ‘On board of the packet-ship just now referred to. sir. His hurried right hand parcelled out the herbs before him into imaginary beds of flowers in a garden. had you any conversation with the prisoner on that passage across the Channel?’ ‘Yes. sir. as it were.A Tale of Two Cities to be confronted with all the crowd. nerve him to remain quite still. and on the same occasion. sir. and make no remark upon them.

and I had made a bed for him on the deck near the cabin steps. I had not known how to do it well.’ turning her eyes lovingly to him as he stood beside her. not understanding how the wind would set when we were out of the harbour.’ ‘Then say the prisoner. The prisoner was so good as to beg permission to advise me how I could shelter my father from the wind and weather. My father was so reduced that I was afraid to take him out of the air. he noticed that my father. but we four.A Tale of Two Cities In the midst of a profound stillness. knitting his brows. He did it for me. better than I had done. ‘was much fatigued and in a very weak state of health. and I sat on the deck at his side to take care of him.’ ‘Let me interrupt you for a moment. There were no other passengers that night. ‘Yes. she faintly began: ‘When the gentleman came on board—‘ ‘Do you mean the prisoner?’ inquired the Judge. He expressed great gentleness and kindness for my father’s state.’ 122 of 670 . Had he come on board alone?’ ‘No. my Lord. and I am sure he felt it. That was the manner of our beginning to speak together.’ ‘When the prisoner came on board.

123 of 670 .eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create.’ ‘Had they conferred together?’ ‘They had conferred together until the last moment. and they spoke very low. and edit PDF. and saw only that they looked at papers. when it was necessary for the French gentlemen to be landed in their boat. although they stood whispering very near to me: because they stood at the top of the cabin steps to have the light of the lamp that was hanging there.’ ‘The prisoner was as open in his confidence with me— which arose out of my helpless situation—as he was kind. and I did not hear what they said. similar to these lists?’ ‘Some papers had been handed about among them. I hope. and good.’ ‘Had any papers been handed about among them. view. to the prisoner’s conversation.’ Buzzing from the blue-flies.’ ‘Now. Miss Manette. but I don’t know what papers. ‘How many were with him?’ ‘Two French gentlemen.’ ‘Like these in shape and size?’ ‘Possibly. it was a dull lamp. ‘I may not repay him by doing him harm to-day. but indeed I don’t know. and useful to my father. Download the free trial version.’ bursting into tears.

it was a wrong and foolish one on England’s part. which might get people into trouble. But there was no harm in his way of saying this: it was said laughingly. so far as he could judge. at intervals.’ ‘Did he say anything about America. and to beguile the time. he is the only person present in that condition.’ Any strongly marked expression of face on the part of a chief actor in a scene of great interest to whom many eyes are directed. take him backwards and forwards between France and England for a long time to come. He said that this business had. and that he was therefore travelling under an assumed name. Please to go on. in a jesting way. if the prisoner does not perfectly understand that you give the evidence which it is your duty to give—which you must give— and which you cannot escape from giving—with great unwillingness.’ ‘He told me that he was travelling on business of a delicate and difficult nature. and he said that. that perhaps George Washington might gain almost as great a name in history as George the Third. Miss Manette? Be particular. He added.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Miss Manette. taken him to France. and might. will be unconsciously imitated by the 124 of 670 . within a few days.’ ‘He tried to explain to me how that quarrel had arisen.

I can do neither. as a matter of precaution and form. Doctor Manette. in the pauses when she stopped for the Judge to write it down. or three years and a half ago. Her forehead was painfully anxious and intent as she gave this evidence. that he deemed it necessary.’ ‘Can you identify him as your fellow-passenger on board the packet. and. in a low voice. when the Judge looked up from his notes to glare at that tremendous heresy about George Washington. look upon the prisoner. Have you ever seen him before?’ ‘Once. When he caged at my lodgings in London. watched its effect upon the counsel for and against. insomuch.’ 125 of 670 . Who was called accordingly. might have been mirrors reflecting the witness. or speak to his conversation with your daughter?’ ‘Sir. Among the lookers-on there was the same expression in all quarters of the court. Mr.’ ‘Is there any particular and special reason for your being unable to do either?’ He answered. Some three years. ‘There is. Attorney-General now signified to my Lord. ‘Doctor Manette. to call the young lady’s father. that a great majority of the foreheads there.A Tale of Two Cities spectators.

at a place where he did not remain. Doctor Manette?’ He answered.’ ‘Were you newly released on the occasion in question?’ ‘They tell me so. ‘A long imprisonment. in making shoes. My mind is a blank. A singular circumstance then arose in the case. I am quite unable even to say how she had become familiar. or even accusation.’ ‘Have you no remembrance of the occasion?’ ‘None. I have no remembrance of the process.’ Mr. but. in a tone that went to every heart. She had become familiar to me. to the time when I found myself living in London with my dear daughter here. in your native country. with some fellow-plotter untracked. without trial. The object in hand being to show that the prisoner went down. from some time—I cannot even say what time— when I employed myself. in the Dover mail on that Friday night in November five years ago. and the father and daughter sat down together. in my captivity. when a gracious God restored my faculties. Attorney-General sat down. and got out of the mail in the night. but from which he travelled 126 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities ‘Has it been your misfortune to undergo a long imprisonment. as a blind.

and tossed it to him. ‘Look well upon that gentleman. Opening this piece of paper in the next pause. a witness was called to identify him as having been at the precise time required. and there collected information. waiting for another person. How say you? Are they very like each other?’ 127 of 670 . the counsel looked with great attention and curiosity at the prisoner. except that he had never seen the prisoner on any other occasion. ‘Did you ever see anybody very like the prisoner?’ Not so like (the witness said) as that he could be mistaken. ‘You say again you are quite sure that it was the prisoner?’ The witness was quite sure.’ pointing to him who had tossed the paper over. screwed it up. my learned friend there. when the wigged gentleman who had all this time been looking at the ceiling of the court. The prisoner’s counsel was cross-examining this witness with no result.A Tale of Two Cities back some dozen miles or more. to a garrison and dockyard. ‘and then look well upon the prisoner. in the coffee-room of an hotel in that garrisonand-dockyard town. wrote a word or two on a little piece of paper.

when they were thus brought into comparison. and more. and one of the greatest scoundrels upon earth since accursed Judas—which he 128 of 670 . He had now to attend while Mr.A Tale of Two Cities Allowing for my learned friend’s appearance being careless and slovenly if not debauched. to smash this witness like a crockery vessel. the likeness became much more remarkable. was a hired spy and traitor. Stryver (the prisoner’s counsel). was. having seen it. Stryver replied to my Lord. Stryver fitted the prisoner’s case on the jury. and shiver his part of the case to useless lumber. an unblushing trafficker in blood. My Lord inquired of Mr. Barsad. but everybody present. Cruncher had by this time taken quite a lunch of rust off his fingers in his following of the evidence. and giving no very gracious consent. whether he would have been so confident if he had seen this illustration of his rashness sooner. Mr. Carton (name of my learned friend) for treason? But. Mr. no. showing them how the patriot. My Lord being prayed to bid my learned friend lay aside his wig. The upshot of which. but he would ask the witness to tell him whether what happened once. not only the witness. like a compact suit of clothes. whether he would be so confident. they were sufficiently like each other to surprise. might happen twice. whether they were next to try Mr.

he being of French extraction. whose anguish in giving it they had witnessed. How the virtuous servant.—with the exception of that reference to George Washington. which was altogether too extravagant and impossible to be regarded in any other light than as a monstrous joke. a consideration for others who were near and dear to him. save that vile and infamous character of evidence too often disfiguring such cases. How it would be a weakness in the government to break down in this attempt to practise for popularity on the lowest national antipathies and fears. it rested upon nothing. how. even for his life. How the evidence that had been warped and wrested from the young lady. Attorney-General had made the most of it. because some family affairs in France. did require his making those passages across the Channel— though what those affairs were. came to nothing. to disclose. and was worthy to be. was his friend and partner. Cly. how the watchful eyes of those forgers and false swearers had rested on the prisoner as a victim. and of which the State Trials of this country were full. nevertheless. But. involving the mere little innocent gallantries and politenesses likely to pass between any young gentleman and young lady so thrown together. and therefore Mr. there my Lord interposed (with as grave a 129 of 670 . forbade him.A Tale of Two Cities certainly did look rather like.

Cruncher had next to attend while Mr. While his teamed friend. his 130 of 670 . Mr. and from time to time glanced anxiously at the jury. Attorney-General turned the whole suit of clothes Mr. with his torn gown half off him. who had so long sat looking at the ceiling of the court. Stryver then called his few witnesses. Stryver. and the great flies swarmed again. changed neither his place nor his attitude. whispered with those who sat near. saying that he could not sit upon that Bench and suffer those allusions. Lastly.A Tale of Two Cities face as if it had not been true). Carton. this one man sat leaning back. and slowly paced up and down his platform. while all the spectators moved more or less. Stryver had fitted on the jury. and Mr. showing how Barsad and Cly were even a hundred times better than he had thought them. came my Lord himself. turning the suit of clothes. and the prisoner a hundred times worse. And now. now inside out. not unattended by a suspicion in the minds of the audience that his state was feverish. now outside in. inside out. massing his papers before him. the jury turned to consider. Mr. Mr. and grouped themselves anew. but on the whole decidedly trimming and shaping them into grave-clothes for the prisoner. while even my Lord himself arose from his seat. even in this excitement.

and much sympathy with her father. his hands in his pockets. he was the first to see it. this Mr. Help the gentleman to take her out. Something especially reckless in his demeanour. ‘I’d hold half a guinea that HE don’t get no law-work to do. It had evidently been a great distress to him. do he?’ Yet. had strengthened). Carton took in more of the details of the scene than he appeared to take in. and added. He had shown strong internal agitation when he was questioned. taking note of him now. and to say audibly: ‘Officer! look to that young lady. Cruncher made the observation to his next neighbour. Don’t you see she will fall!’ There was much commiseration for her as she was removed. that many of the lookers-on. and his eyes on the ceiling as they had been all day. for now. and that pondering or 131 of 670 . not only gave him a disreputable look. to have the days of his imprisonment recalled.A Tale of Two Cities untidy wig put on just as it had happened to fight on his head after its removal. said to one another they would hardly have thought the two were so alike. Mr. when they were compared together. Don’t look like the sort of one to get any. but so diminished the strong resemblance he undoubtedly bore to the prisoner (which his momentary earnestness. when Miss Manette’s head dropped upon her father’s breast.

and sat down. spoke. who had gone out when the young lady and her father went out. and will get to Temple Bar long before I can. My Lord (perhaps with George Washington on his mind) showed some surprise that they were not agreed. if you wish to take something to eat. like a heavy cloud. You will be sure to hear when the jury come in. could easily get near him. Don’t be a moment behind them. and the lamps in the court were now being lighted. Lorry. Mr. and retired himself. But.A Tale of Two Cities brooding look which made him old. now reappeared. As he passed out. ‘Jerry. The spectators dropped off to get refreshment. had been upon him. the jury. and wished to retire. and the prisoner withdrew to the back of the dock. The trial had lasted all day. They were not agreed. through their foreman. you can. who had turned back and paused a moment. but signified his pleasure that they should retire under watch and ward. It began to be rumoured that the jury would be out a long while. and beckoned to Jerry: who.’ 132 of 670 . You are the quickest messenger I know. for I want you to take the verdict back to the bank. ever since. keep in the way. in the slackened interest.

and spikes. all eyes. to be seen speaking to him publicly. and he knuckled it in acknowedgment of this communication and a shilling. Carton came up at the moment.’ Mr.’ 133 of 670 . Carton made his way to the outside of the bar. Miss Manette. ‘You will naturally be anxious to hear of the witness. Lorry on the arm. ‘Mr. I could. and Jerry followed him.’ ‘I’ll tell the prisoner so.A Tale of Two Cities Jerry had just enough forehead to knuckle. I will.’ ‘I am deeply sorry to have been the cause of it. It won’t do for a respectable bank gentleman like you. if you ask it. Could you tell her so for me. and Mr. Darnay!’ The prisoner came forward directly. and touched Mr. She will do very well. Mr. you know. with my fervent acknowledgments?’ ‘Yes. Lorry reddened as if he were conscious of having debated the point in his mind. and she feels the better for being out of court. ears. You have seen the worst of her agitation. ‘How is the young lady?’ ‘She is greatly distressed. The way out of court lay in that direction. but her father is comforting her.

carried him along with them. half turned from the prisoner. still only half turned towards him. lounging with his elbow against the bar.’ Loitering on the way out of court not being allowed. Jerry heard no more: but left them—so like each other in feature. Mr. Accept my cordial thanks. Darnay?’ ‘The worst. ‘I do ask it. Here I am. The hoarse messenger. even though assisted off with mutton pies and ale. ‘Jerry! Jerry!’ Mr. when a loud murmur and a rapid tide of people setting up the stairs that led to the court. ‘Here.A Tale of Two Cities Mr. Carton’s manner was so careless as to be almost insolent. had dropped into a doze. He stood. But I think their withdrawing is in your favour. ‘do you expect. Lorry was already calling at the door when he got there. uncomfortably seated on a form after taking that refection. sir! It’s a fight to get back again. both reflected in the glass above them.’ ‘What. sir!’ 134 of 670 .’ said Carton. and the likeliest. An hour and a half limped heavily away in the thiefand-rascal crowded passages below.’ ‘It’s the wisest thing to expect. so unlike each other in manner—standing side by side.

’ again. view. Download the free trial version. the crowd came pouring out with a vehemence that nearly took him off his legs.’ ‘If you had sent the message. Lorry handed him a paper through the throng. ‘I should have known what you meant.’ He had no opportunity of saying. and edit PDF. ‘Recalled to Life. anything else.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. as he turned.’ Hastily written on the paper was the word ‘AQUITTED. for. this time.’ muttered Jerry. ‘Quick! Have you got it?’ ‘Yes. sir. Mr. until he was clear of the Old Bailey. and a loud buzz swept into the street as if the baffled blue-flies were dispersing in search of other carrion. or so much as thinking. 135 of 670 .

intellectual of face and upright of bearing. While one external cause. his daughter. Lucie Manette. Yet. the shoemaker of the garret in Paris. Mr. no one could have looked at him twice. Mr. and that a reference to his long lingering agony. without any apparent reason. Lorry. It would have been difficult by a far brighter light. as incomprehensible to those unacquainted with his story as if they had seen the 136 of 670 . the last sediment of the human stew that had been boiling there all day. Charles Darnay—just released—congratulating him on his escape from death. Stryver. would always—as on the trial—evoke this condition from the depths of his soul. and its counsel. and to draw a gloom over him. it was also in its nature to arise of itself. to recognise in Doctor Manette. was straining off.A Tale of Two Cities IV Congratulatory From the dimly-lighted passages of the court. when Doctor Manette. and to the abstraction that overclouded him fitfully. stood gathered round Mr. without looking again: even though the opportunity of observation had not extended to the mournful cadence of his low grave voice. the solicitor for the defence.

Darnay.A Tale of Two Cities shadow of the actual Bastille thrown upon him by a summer sun. It was an 137 of 670 . squaring himself at his late client to that degree that he squeezed the innocent Mr. had a strong beneficial influence with him almost always. bluff. Stryver. but they were few and slight. whom he warmly thanked. He still had his wig and gown on. but looking twenty years older than he was. and she believed them over. Mr. had a pushing way of shouldering himself (morally and physically) into companies and conversations. Darnay had kissed her hand fervently and gratefully. Not absolutely always. the light of her face. Only his daughter had the power of charming this black brooding from his mind. She was the golden thread that united him to a Past beyond his misery. and to a Present beyond his misery: and the sound of her voice. Mr. loud. and he said. the touch of her hand. red. and free from any drawback of delicacy. a man of little more than thirty. and had turned to Mr. when the substance was three hundred miles away. that argued well for his shouldering his way up in life. Mr. Stryver. Lorry clean out of the group: ‘I am glad to have brought you off with honour. stout. for she could recall some occasions on which her power had failed.

and you ought to know. Lorry. ‘You think so?’ said Mr.’ said his late client.’ Mr. do you not 138 of 670 . Mr. but with the interested object of squeezing himself back again. to break up this conference and order us all to our homes. Darnay. ‘I have a night’s work to do yet. Mr.’ said Stryver. Speak for yourself. I believe. just as he had previously shouldered him out of it—‘as such I will appeal to Doctor Manette. ‘I have done my best for you. whom the counsel learned in the law had now shouldered back into the group. Darnay has had a terrible day. perhaps not quite disinterestedly. Mr.’ It clearly being incumbent on some one to say.’ ‘Speak for yourself.’ answered Mr. Lorry. ‘Much better.’ quoth Mr. and for Miss Lucie.’ ‘You have laid me under an obligation to you for life— in two senses. and—Miss Lucie. Miss Lucie looks ill. ‘and for Mr. grossly infamous. Lorry said it. and my best is as good as another man’s. taking his hand. Stryver.’ ‘I speak for myself. we are worn out. Darnay. but not the less likely to succeed on that account. You are a man of business. too.’ ‘And as such. ‘Well! you have been present all day.A Tale of Two Cities infamous prosecution. Lorry.

Lucie Manette passed into the open air. ‘My father.’ said Lucie. softly laying her hand on his. and the dismal place was deserted until to-morrow morning’s interest of gallows. Mr. With this strange expression on him his thoughts had wandered away. in a very curious look at Darnay: an intent look. He slowly shook the shadow off. Another person. Stryver had left them in the passages. whipping-post.’ The friends of the acquitted prisoner had dispersed. under the impression—which he himself had originated— that he would not be released that night. who had not joined the group. as it were. and turned to her. to shoulder his way back to the robing-room. or interchanged a word with 139 of 670 . the iron gates were being closed with a jar and a rattle. pillory. not even unmixed with fear. Walking between her father and Mr. he answered ‘Yes. Darnay.A Tale of Two Cities think I may speak for us all?’ He asked her the question pointedly. and branding-iron. should repeople it. His face had become frozen. my father?’ With a long breath. A hackney-coach was called. The lights were nearly all extinguished in the passages. and the father and daughter departed in it. and with a glance at her father. ‘Shall we go home. deepening into a frown of dislike and distrust.

not minding him. ‘So.A Tale of Two Cities any one of them. 140 of 670 . are not our own masters. ‘You have mentioned that before. I know. He was unrobed. Darnay stood upon the pavement.’ ‘I know. ‘Don’t be nettled. You are as good as another. Mr. Carton. sir. Darnay. and said. Mr. He now stepped up to where Mr. Carton’s part in the day’s proceedings. nobody had known of it. Lorry reddened. and was none the better for it in appearance.’ Mr. and had looked on until the coach drove away.’ rejoined Mr. you would be amused. Lorry! Men of business may speak to Mr. Darnay now?’ Nobody had made any acknowledgment of Mr. sir. We men of business. ‘If you knew what a conflict goes on in the business mind. carelessly. Lorry and Mr. Lorry.’ pursued Mr. warmly. had silently strolled out after the rest. I have no doubt: better.’ ‘And indeed. ‘I really don’t know what you have to do with the matter. Mr. but who had been leaning against the wall where its shadow was darkest. We have to think of the House more than ourselves. who serve a House. Lorry. I dare say. when the business mind is divided between goodnatured impulse and business appearances.

—Chair there!’ Perhaps a little angry with himself. Lorry. And. who smelt of port wine. ‘It is a pity you have not. Lorry bustled into the chair. Carton.’ pursued Mr. ‘Well.’ ‘Lord love you. sir!’ cried Mr. laughed then. and a very respectable thing. and did not appear to be quite sober. and was carried off to Tellson’s. I have no business. no!—I shouldn’t. Carton.’ ‘Business! Bless you.A Tale of Two Cities If you’ll excuse me. sir. Darnay as a young gentleman of generosity knows how to make allowance for that circumstance. too. for saying so. Mr.’ said Mr. good night. ‘perhaps you would attend to it. sir! I hope you have been this day preserved for a prosperous and happy life. if business imposes its restraints and its silences and impediments. Carton. God bless you. ‘business is a very good thing. sir. as well as with the barrister.’ ‘I think so.’ said Mr. and turned to Darnay: 141 of 670 . Mr. as very much your elder. Darnay. thoroughly heated by his indifference. Mr. I really don’t know that it is your business.’ ‘If you had. Lorry.

This must be a strange night to you. with his separate bottle of port before him. up a covered way.’ returned Charles Darnay.A Tale of Two Cities ‘This is a strange chance that throws you and me together. Mr. myself.’ ‘I begin to think I AM faint. yet. Darnay?’ 142 of 670 . You speak faintly.’ Drawing his arm through his own. standing alone here with your counterpart on these street stones?’ ‘I hardly seem yet. they were shown into a little room. and his fully half-insolent manner upon him. Let me show you the nearest tavern to dine well at. into a tavern. it’s not so long since you were pretty far advanced on your way to another. where Charles Darnay was soon recruiting his strength with a good plain dinner and good wine: while Carton sat opposite to him at the same table. while those numskulls were deliberating which world you should belong to—this. or some other. and so. that you belong to this terrestrial scheme again.’ ‘Then why the devil don’t you dine? I dined. he took him down Ludgate-hill to Fleet-street.’ ‘I don’t wonder at it. ‘Do you feel. ‘to belong to this world again. Here.

and feeling his being there with this Double of coarse deportment. the greatest desire I have. then!’ ‘Miss Manette. it’s on the tip of your tongue. you and I. then!’ Looking his companion full in the face while he drank the toast. and filled up his glass again: which was a large one. It ought to be. is to forget that I belong to it. Charles Darnay was at a loss how to answer. answered not at all.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I am frightfully confused regarding time and place. I’ll swear it’s there.’ ‘It must be an immense satisfaction!’ He said it bitterly.’ Confused by the emotion of the day. ‘Now your dinner is done.’ ‘Miss Manette. Indeed. Mr. It has no good in it for me—except wine like this—nor I for it. finally. Darnay. to be like a dream. ‘why don’t you call a health. it must be. Carton flung his glass over his shoulder against 143 of 670 . but I am so far mended as to feel that. So we are not much alike in that particular. ‘As to me. why don’t you give your toast?’ ‘What health? What toast?’ ‘Why. I begin to think we are not much alike in any particular.’ Carton presently said.

Not that she showed she was pleased. ‘She was mightily pleased to have your message.’ ‘Do you think I particularly like you?’ 144 of 670 . ‘I neither want any thanks. but I suppose she was. and a small return for your good offices. to be the object of such sympathy and compassion. Mr. in the first place. Mr. Mr.’ were the answer. and ordered in another. rang the bell. let me ask you a question. ‘It was nothing to do.A Tale of Two Cities the wall. in the second. ‘That’s a fair young lady to be pitied by and wept for by! How does it feel? Is it worth being tried for one’s life. and I don’t know why I did it. Darnay. A slight frown and a laconic ‘Yes. ruing his new goblet. of his own free will.’ ‘Willingly.’ The allusion served as a timely reminder to Darnay that this disagreeable companion had. when I gave it her. nor merit any. then. He turned the dialogue to that point.’ was the careless rejoinder. ‘That’s a fair young lady to hand to a coach in the dark. and thanked him for it. assisted him in the strait of the day. Darnay?’ Again Darnay answered not a word. Darnay!’ he said. where it shivered to pieces.

’ The bill being paid. oddly disconcerted. and said. ‘Then bring me another pint of this same wine. ‘I begin to have a very good opinion of your understanding. Charles Darnay rose and wished him good night. Mr.’ ‘You have acted as if you do. ‘A last word. Darnay: you think I am drunk?’ ‘I think you have been drinking. Mr. Without returning the wish.’ ‘Nevertheless. and come and wake me at ten. Carton rose too. and our parting without ill-blood on either side.’ Carton rejoining. I know it. to prevent my calling the reckoning. Mr.’ said Carton.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Really.’ ‘But ask yourself the question now. ‘I have not asked myself the question. drawer.’ ‘Since I must say so. On his answering in the affirmative. but I don’t think you do. ‘there is nothing in that.’ 145 of 670 .’ returned the other. ‘Do you call the whole reckoning?’ said Carton. rising to ring the bell.’ ‘Think? You know I have been drinking. ‘Nothing in life!’ Darnay rang.’ pursued Darnay. I hope. Carton.’ ‘I don’t think I do. with something of a threat of defiance in his manner. Carton.

I care for no man on earth. drank it all in a few minutes. and would you have been looked at by those blue eyes as he was. sir. and surveyed himself minutely in it. Ah. ‘why should you particularly like a man who resembles you? There is nothing in you to like. I am a disappointed drudge. Don’t let your sober face elate you.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Then you shall likewise know why.’ ‘May be so. Good night!’ When he was left alone. that he shows you what you have fallen away from. Darnay.’ He resorted to his pint of wine for consolation. You might have used your talents better. at his own image. may be not. you don’t know what it may come to. went to a glass that hung against the wall. and commiserated by that agitated face as he was? Come on. and no man on earth cares for me. confound you! What a change you have made in yourself! A good reason for taking to a man. and fell asleep on his arms. and what you might have been! Change places with him. ‘Do you particularly like the man?’ he muttered. Mr. you know that. and have it out in plain words! You hate the fellow. however.’ ‘Much to be regretted. with his 146 of 670 . this strange being took up a candle.

and edit PDF. Download the free trial version. view.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. 147 of 670 . hair straggling over the table. and a long winding-sheet in the candle dripping down upon him.

that a moderate statement of the quantity of wine and punch which one man would swallow in the course of a night. behind his compeers in this particular.A Tale of Two Cities V The Jackal Those were drinking days. would seem. without any detriment to his reputation as a perfect gentleman. Stryver might be daily seen. neither was Mr. specially. Stryver. to their longing arms. and shouldering itself towards the visage of the Lord Chief Justice in the Court of King’s Bench. Sessions and Old Bailey had now to summon their favourite. the florid countenance of Mr. like a great 148 of 670 . any more than in the drier parts of the legal race. bursting out of the bed of wigs. So very great is the improvement Time has brought about in such habits. The learned profession of the law was certainly not behind any other learned profession in its Bacchanalian propensities. Stryver had begun cautiously to hew away the lower staves of the ladder on which he mounted. and eke at the Sessions. a ridiculous exaggeration. already fast shouldering his way to a large and lucrative practice. in these days. A favourite at the Old Bailey. Mr. and most men drank hard.

that although 149 of 670 . with his hands in his pockets.A Tale of Two Cities sunflower pushing its way at the sun from among a rank garden-full of flaring companions. might have floated a king’s ship. staring at the ceiling of the court. between Hilary Term and Michaelmas. he had not that faculty of extracting the essence from a heap of statements. it began to get about. and a bold. Stryver was a glib man. What the two drank together. a remarkable improvement came upon him as to this. he always had his points at his fingers’ ends in the morning. that while Mr. and Carton was rumoured to be seen at broad day. among such as were interested in the matter. going home stealthily and unsteadily to his lodgings. and however late at night he sat carousing with Sydney Carton. It had once been noted at the Bar. which is among the most striking and necessary of the advocate’s accomplishments. was Stryver’s great ally. they went the same Circuit. idlest and most unpromising of men. and even there they prolonged their usual orgies late into the night. Sydney Carton. and an unscrupulous. like a dissipated cat. The more business he got. the greater his power seemed to grow of getting at its pith and marrow. But. At last. Stryver never had a case in hand. but Carton was there. anywhere. and a ready.

’ said the man at the tavern. he got up. and that he rendered suit and service to Stryver in that humble capacity. Your honour told me to call you.’ ‘WHAT’S the matter?’ ‘Ten o’clock. Very well. strained. The Stryver clerk.A Tale of Two Cities Sydney Carton would never be a lion. whom he had charged to wake him—‘ten o’clock. had gone home. having revived himself by twice pacing the pavements of King’s Bench-walk and Paper-buildings. and his throat was bare for his greater ease. very well. sir. tossed his hat on.’ ‘What do you mean? Ten o’clock at night?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Oh! I remember. from the portrait of Jeffries downward. and a loose bedgown. and. ‘Ten o’clock. he was an amazingly good jackal. which the man dexterously combated by stirring the fire continuously for five minutes. sir. seared marking about the eyes. sir. He had that rather wild. and which can be 150 of 670 . and walked out. and the Stryver principal opened the door. who never assisted at these conferences.’ After a few dull efforts to get to sleep again. turned into the Stryver chambers. He had his slippers on. sir. which may be observed in all free livers of his class. He turned into the Temple.

or seeing him dine—it’s all one!’ ‘That was a rare point. and brandy. under various disguises of Art.’ ‘Two to-night. that you brought to bear upon the identification. Stryver laughed till he shook his precocious paunch.’ They went into a dingy room lined with books and littered with papers. I perceive. through the portraits of every Drinking Age. I think. with plenty of wine upon it. and rum. Sydney. and in the midst of the wreck of papers a table shone. A kettle steamed upon the hob. and lemons. where there was a blazing fire.’ said Stryver. if I had had any luck. get to work. Sydney. and I thought I should have been much the same sort of fellow. ‘You are a little late. it may be a quarter of an hour later. How did you come by it? When did it strike you?’ ‘I thought he was rather a handsome fellow. ‘You have had your bottle. ‘You and your luck. I have been dining with the day’s client.A Tale of Two Cities traced. and sugar.’ 151 of 670 .’ Mr. Sydney! Get to work. ‘About the usual time. Memory.

‘Now I am ready!’ ‘Not much boiling down to be done to-night. a basin. and said. or occasionally flirting with some lighter document. and partially wringing them out. gaily. as he looked among his papers.’ said Mr. the jackal loosened his dress. the jackal. with the bottles and glasses ready to his hand. on the other side of it.A Tale of Two Cities Sullenly enough. ‘How much?’ ‘Only two sets of them. with knitted brows and intent face. Steeping the towels in the water. and a towel or two. Memory. looking at the fire. 152 of 670 . and came back with a large jug of cold water. so deep in his task. he folded them on his head in a manner hideous to behold. Stryver. for a minute or more. sat down at the table. went into an adjoining room. Sydney.’ ‘There they are. Both resorted to the drinking-table without stint. Fire away!’ The lion then composed himself on his back on a sofa on one side of the drinking-table. but each in a different way. the lion for the most part reclining with his hands in his waistband. that his eyes did not even follow the hand he stretched out for his glass—which often groped about.’ ‘Give me the worst first. while the jackal sat at his own paper-bestrewn table proper.

which had been steaming again. yawned. the matter in hand became so knotty. shivered. he returned with such eccentricities of damp headgear as no words can describe. which were made the more ludicrous by his anxious gravity. and steep his towels anew. fill a bumper of punch.A Tale of Two Cities before it found the glass for his lips. shook himself. and proceeded to offer it to him. this was administered to the lion in the same manner.’ said Mr. and applied himself to the collection of a second meal. When the repast was fully discussed. and was not disposed of until the clocks struck three in the morning. Two or three times. Stryver. and lay down to mediate. and complied. made his selections from it. and his remarks upon it. The jackal then invigorated himself with a bum for his throttle. 153 of 670 . the lion put his hands in his waistband again. and a fresh application to his head. At length the jackal had got together a compact repast for the lion. Sydney. and the jackal assisted both. The jackal removed the towels from his head. The lion took it with care and caution. that the jackal found it imperative on him to get up. ‘And now we have done. From these pilgrimages to the jug and basin.

‘the old seesaw Sydney.’ said Stryver. sighing: ‘yes! The same Sydney. with the same luck.’ With a deprecatory grunt. and seldom did my own. ‘your way 154 of 670 . ‘The old Sydney Carton of old Shrewsbury School.’ He sat. Sydney. squaring himself at him with a bullying air. Even then. ‘And why not?’ ‘God knows. nodding his head over him as he reviewed him in the present and the past. I suppose. It was my way. I did exercises for other boys.’ said his friend.A Tale of Two Cities ‘You were very sound. with his hands in his pockets and his legs stretched out before him. ‘Carton. What has roughened your temper? Put some punch to it and smooth it again. now in spirits and now in despondency!’ ‘Ah!’ returned the other. looking at the fire. the jackal again complied. in the matter of those crown witnesses to-day. Up one minute and down the next. as if the fire-grate had been the furnace in which sustained endeavour was forged. am I not?’ ‘I don’t gainsay it.’ ‘I always am sound. and the one delicate thing to be done for the old Sydney Carton of old Shrewsbury School was to shoulder him into it. Every question told.

you were always somewhere.’ ‘And whose fault was that?’ 155 of 670 . and at Shrewsbury. and I have fallen into mine. and other French crumbs that we didn’t get much good of. what you want to do. I was not born there. ‘how do I do what I do?’ ‘Partly through paying me to help you.’ ‘Oh. a lame way. and I was always behind. or the air. At this. But it’s not worth your while to apostrophise me. you do.humoured laugh. I suppose. picking up French. about it. You summon no energy and purpose.’ pursued Carton. he laughed again. was I?’ ‘I was not present at the ceremony. Look at me. with a lighter and more good. and they both laughed. and always was. but my opinion is you were. and ever since Shrewsbury. ‘Before Shrewsbury.A Tale of Two Cities is. Even when we were fellow-students in the Student-Quarter of Paris. and I was always nowhere. and French law.’ said Carton. ‘don’t YOU be moral!’ ‘How have I done what I have done?’ said Stryver.’ ‘I had to get into the front rank. ‘you have fallen into your rank. You were always in the front rank. botheration!’ returned Sydney.

’ said Stryver. with the day breaking.’ ‘Why. I am not sure that it was not yours. however. who’s your pretty witness?’ ‘The picturesque doctor’s daughter. to talk about one’s own past. looking down into his glass. man alive.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Upon my soul. ‘Pretty witness.’ ‘Well then! Pledge me to the pretty witness.’ said Mr. and slowly drawing a hand across his 156 of 670 .’ he muttered.’ ‘SHE pretty?’ ‘Is she not?’ ‘No. Miss Manette. You were always driving and riving and shouldering and passing. she was the admiration of the whole Court!’ ‘Rot the admiration of the whole Court! Who made the Old Bailey a judge of beauty? She was a golden-haired doll!’ ‘Do you know. ‘I have had enough of witnesses to-day and to-night. to that restless degree that I had no chance for my life but in rust and repose. holding up his glass. for he became gloomy again. Sydney. Turn me in some other direction before I go. ‘Are you turned in a pleasant direction?’ Apparently not. Stryver. It’s a gloomy thing. looking at him with sharp eyes.

’ When his host followed him out on the staircase with a candle. gardens in which the fruits of life hung ripening. the river dark and dim. the day was coldly looking in through its grimy windows. the whole scene like a lifeless desert. When he got out of the house. and the first spray of it in its advance had begun to overwhelm the city.A Tale of Two Cities florid face: ‘do you know. I’ll get to bed. and were quick to see what happened to the golden-haired doll?’ ‘Quick to see what happened! If a girl. there were airy galleries from which the loves and graces looked upon him. I rather thought. Waste forces within him. but I deny the beauty. as if the desert-sand had risen far away. And now I’ll have no more drink. and a desert all around. lying in the wilderness before him. at the time. doll or no doll. that you sympathised with the golden-haired doll. self-denial. and perseverance. the dull sky overcast. waters of Hope that 157 of 670 . he can see it without a perspective-glass. to light him down the stairs. this man stood still on his way across a silent terrace. And wreaths of dust were spinning round and round before the morning blast. I pledge you. swoons within a yard or two of a man’s nose. a mirage of honourable ambition. the air was cold and sad. In the fair city of this vision. and saw for a moment.

sadly. and its pillow was wet with wasted tears. A moment.A Tale of Two Cities sparkled in his sight. sensible of the blight on him. the sun rose. incapable of his own help and his own happiness. incapable of their directed exercise. and it was gone. it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions. Climbing to a high chamber in a well of houses. he threw himself down in his clothes on a neglected bed. Sadly. and resigning himself to let it eat him away. 158 of 670 .

as to the public interest and memory. and the quiet street-corner was the sunny part of his life. on his way to dine with the Doctor. for three reasons of habit. and edit PDF. early in the afternoon. Mr. he was accustomed to be with them as the family friend. on unfavourable Sundays. Firstly. and carried it. view. Jarvis Lorry walked along the sunny streets from Clerkenwell where he lived. because he happened to have his own little shrewd doubts to solve. because. On the afternoon of a certain fine Sunday when the waves of four months had roiled over the trial for treason. After several relapses into business-absorption. because. before dinner. and knew how the ways of the 159 of 670 . with the Doctor and Lucie. and generally getting through the day. reading. on fine Sundays. Lorry had become the Doctor’s friend.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. he often walked out. thirdly. Lorry walked towards Soho. secondly. looking out of window. Mr. far out to sea. VI Hundreds of People The quiet lodgings of Doctor Manette were in a quiet street-corner not far from Soho-square. talking. On this certain fine Sunday. Mr. Download the free trial version.

and forest-trees flourished. and the front windows of the Doctor’s lodgings commanded a pleasant little vista of street that had a congenial air of retirement on it. not far off. and there was many a good south wall. staid but cheerful. country airs circulated in Soho with vigorous freedom. the corner was in shadow. There were few buildings then. on which the peaches ripened in their season. and the hawthorn blossomed. and there was. The Doctor occupied two 160 of 670 . The summer light struck into the corner brilliantly in the earlier part of the day. It was a cool spot. As a consequence. in the now vanished fields.A Tale of Two Cities Doctor’s household pointed to that time as a likely time for solving them. was not to be found in London. instead of languishing into the parish like stray paupers without a settlement. a wonderful place for echoes. though not in shadow so remote but that you could see beyond it into a glare of brightness. north of the Oxford-road. but. There was no way through it. There ought to have been a tranquil bark in such an anchorage. and wild flowers grew. A quainter corner than the corner where the Doctor lived. and a very harbour from the raging streets. when the streets grew hot.

These. 161 of 670 . church-organs claimed to be made. however. Doctor Manette received such patients here as his old reputation. and its revival in the floating whispers of his story. were only the exceptions required to prove the rule that the sparrows in the plane-tree behind the house. had their own way from Sunday morning unto Saturday night. brought him. and silver to be chased. His scientific knowledge. where several callings purported to be pursued by day. and which was shunned by all of them at night.A Tale of Two Cities floors of a large stiff house. and likewise gold to be beaten by some mysterious giant who had a golden arm starting out of the wall of the front hall—as if he had beaten himself precious. Very little of these trades. In a building at the back. or a distant clink was heard across the courtyard. and his vigilance and skill in conducting ingenious experiments. or a thump from the golden giant. or a stranger peered about there. was ever heard or seen. or of a dim coach-trimming maker asserted to have a counting-house below. or of a lonely lodger rumoured to live up-stairs. traversed the hall. a stray workman putting his coat on. and the echoes in the corner before it. but whereof little was audible any day. Occasionally. attainable by a courtyard where a plane-tree rustled its green leaves. and menaced a similar conversion of all visitors.

‘As I am at home myself. Lorry. thoughts. and he earned as much as he wanted.’ said Mr. Simple as the furniture was. on the fine Sunday afternoon. from the largest object to the 162 of 670 . ‘Doctor Manette at home?’ Expected home. ‘Miss Pross at home?’ Possibly at home. as to admission or denial of the fact. but of a certainty impossible for handmaid to anticipate intentions of Miss Pross. ‘Miss Lucie at home?’ Expected home. Jarvis Lorry’s knowledge. that its effect was delightful. The disposition of everything in the rooms. it was set off by so many little adornments.A Tale of Two Cities brought him otherwise into moderate request. which is one of its most useful and most agreeable characteristics. when he rang the doorbell of the tranquil house in the corner. These things were within Mr. and notice. of no value but for their taste and fancy.’ Although the Doctor’s daughter had known nothing of the country of her birth. ‘I’ll go upstairs. she appeared to have innately derived from it that ability to make much of little means.

in the suburb of Saint Antoine in Paris. as Mr. Lorry. walked from one to another. The first was the best room. and desk. and so expressive of their originator. and. that. the very chairs and tables seemed to ask him. changingly speckled by the rustle of the plane-tree in the yard. Mr.A Tale of Two Cities least. Lorry stood looking about him. and books. with something of that peculiar expression which he knew so well by this time. and flowers. were at once so pleasant in themselves. in a corner. and in it were Lucie’s birds. and box of watercolours. and there. clear eyes. whether he approved? There were three rooms on a floor. and work-table. the elegant variety and contrast obtained by thrift in trifles. the second was the Doctor’s consulting-room. 163 of 670 . stood the disused shoemaker’s bench and tray of tools. the third. the arrangement of colours. and good sense. by delicate hands. much as it had stood on the fifth floor of the dismal house by the wine-shop. was the Doctor’s bedroom. smilingly observant of that fanciful resemblance which he detected all around him. the doors by which they communicated being put open that the air might pass freely through them all. used also as the dining-room.

’ answered Mr. ‘how are you?’ ‘Nothing to boast of. Lorry. Lorry left off.’ said Miss Pross: whose character (dissociated from stature) was shortness. ‘Indeed?’ ‘Ah! indeed!’ said Miss Pross. ‘I should have thought—’ Mr. and yet as if to express that she bore him no malice. Lorry began.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I wonder. the wild red woman. Lorry. ‘that he keeps that reminder of his sufferings about him!’ ‘And why wonder at that?’ was the abrupt inquiry that made him start. It proceeded from Miss Pross. with meekness.’ ‘Indeed?’ ‘For gracious sake say something else besides ‘indeed. pausing in his looking about. ‘I am very much put out about my Ladybird. ‘How do you do?’ inquired that lady then—sharply. I thank you. 164 of 670 . ‘Pooh! You’d have thought!’ said Miss Pross.’ said Miss Pross.’ said Mr. and Mr. whose acquaintance he had first made at the Royal George Hotel at Dover. ‘I am pretty well. strong of hand.’ or you’ll fidget me to death. and had since improved.

And it’s really very hard. to come here looking after her. Lorry shook his head. ‘Really. and paid me for it. I am very much put out.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Really.’ returned Miss Pross. you may take your affidavit. ‘I have lived with the darling—or the darling has lived with me. Yes. is bad enough. Mr.’ said Miss Pross. 165 of 670 . It was characteristic of this lady (as of some other people before her time and since) that whenever her original proposition was questioned. Not seeing with precision what was very hard. if I could have afforded to keep either myself or her for nothing— since she was ten years old. Lorry. as an amendment. ‘Dear me!’ said Mr.’ said Miss Pross. which she certainly should never have done. then?’ said Mr. Lorry. as the safest remark he could think of. ‘but better. ‘DO dozens come for that purpose?’ ‘Hundreds.’ said Miss Pross. she exaggerated it.’ ‘May I ask the cause?’ ‘I don’t want dozens of people who are not at all worthy of Ladybird. using that important part of himself as a sort of fairy cloak that would fit anything.

it was hard enough. ‘When you began it—‘ ‘I began it. to beauty that they never had. which is no imputation on him. for it was not to be expected that anybody should be. Lorry knew Miss Pross to be very jealous. He knew enough of the world to know that 166 of 670 . for pure love and admiration. one of those unselfish creatures—found only among women—who will. bind themselves willing slaves. are always turning up. not that I have any fault to find with Doctor Manette. to take Ladybird’s affections away from me. But it really is doubly and trebly hard to have crowds and multitudes of people turning up after him (I could have forgiven him).A Tale of Two Cities ‘All sorts of people who are not in the least degree worthy of the pet. when you began it. Lorry. under any circumstances. ‘It wasn’t ending it. but he also knew her by this time to be. except that he is not worthy of such a daughter. Miss Pross?’ ‘Didn’t you? Who brought her father to life?’ ‘Oh! If THAT was beginning it—’ said Mr. to accomplishments that they were never fortunate enough to gain. to bright hopes that never shone upon their own sombre lives.’ Mr.’ said Miss Pross. I suppose? I say. beneath the service of her eccentricity. to youth when they have lost it.

‘There never was. and had its weight in his good opinion of her. he had such an exalted respect for it. but one man worthy of Ladybird. as a stake to speculate with.A Tale of Two Cities there is nothing in it better than the faithful service of the heart. so rendered and so free from any mercenary taint. ‘As we happen to be alone for the moment. Lorry. Miss Pross’s fidelity of belief in Solomon (deducting a mere trifle for this slight mistake) was quite a serious matter with Mr. more or less— he stationed Miss Pross much nearer to the lower Angels than many ladies immeasurably better got up both by Nature and Art.’ said Miss Pross. when they had got back to the drawing-room and had sat down there in friendly 167 of 670 . if he hadn’t made a mistake in life. with no touch of compunction. that in the retributive arrangements made by his own mind—we all make such arrangements.’ Here again: Mr. nor will be. and had abandoned her in her poverty for evermore. who had balances at Tellson’s. ‘and that was my brother Solomon. Lorry’s inquiries into Miss Pross’s personal history had established the fact that her brother Solomon was a heartless scoundrel who had stripped her of everything she possessed.’ he said. and are both people of business.

’ said Miss Pross. Lorry had begun. do you suppose—you go so far as to suppose.’ ‘Do you believe that he thinks of it much?’ ‘I do. with a laughing twinkle in his bright eye. sometimes?’ ‘Now and then. Lorry went on.’ said Miss Pross. ‘Do you imagine—’ Mr. as it looked kindly at her.’ ‘And yet keeps that bench and those tools beside him?’ ‘Ah!’ returned Miss Pross.’ ‘And that is—?’ ‘That she thinks he has. Have no imagination at all.’ 168 of 670 . perhaps.’ ‘I stand corrected. ‘that Doctor Manette has any theory of his own.’ Mr. never refer to the shoemaking time. yet?’ ‘Never. ‘Do you suppose. even to the name of his oppressor?’ ‘I don’t suppose anything about it but what Ladybird tells me. when Miss Pross took him up short with: ‘Never imagine anything. ‘let me ask you—does the Doctor. shaking her head. in talking with Lucie. preserved through all those years.A Tale of Two Cities relations. ‘But I don’t say he don’t refer to it within himself. relative to the cause of his being so oppressed.

To return to business:— Is it not remarkable that Doctor Manette. Lorry replied. no. It’s a dreadful remembrance. with placidity. unquestionably innocent of any crime as we are all well assured he is. Miss Pross. he may never feel certain of not 169 of 670 . softened by the tone of the apology. no. Surely not. ‘he is afraid of the whole subject. should never touch upon that question? I will not say with me.’ ‘Afraid?’ ‘It’s plain enough. and bad’s the best. Rather wishing his modest adjective away. though he had business relations with me many years ago. because I am a mere dull man of business. and who is so devotedly attached to him? Believe me. I will say with the fair daughter to whom he is so devotedly attached. and you are a woman of business. Besides that.’ ‘Dull?’ Miss Pross inquired. Mr. but out of zealous interest. ‘No.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Now don’t be angry at my asking all these questions. out of curiosity. his loss of himself grew out of it. and we are now intimate.’ ‘Well! To the best of my understanding. you’ll tell me. why he may be. Not knowing how he lost himself. or how he recovered himself. I don’t approach the topic with you. I should think.’ said Miss Pross.

But he never says a word of the true reason of his restlessness. Ladybird has learnt to know then that his mind is walking up and down. and she finds it best not to hint at it to him. shaking her head. in his old prison. it is this doubt and the uneasiness it sometimes causes me that has led me to our present confidence. ‘Touch that string. whether it is good for Doctor Manette to have that suppression always shut up within him. That alone wouldn’t make the subject pleasant. Lorry had looked for. by us overhead there. She hurries to him. In short. ‘True. to her. and he instantly changes for the worse.’ said he. must leave it alone. he gets up in the dead of the night.’ ‘Can’t be helped.’ said Miss Pross. till her love and company have brought him to himself. walking up and down. Yet. walking up and down. Indeed. Sometimes. walking up and down. In silence they go walking up and down together. and they go on together. in his room. ‘and fearful to reflect upon. walking up and down together. a doubt lurks in my mind.’ 170 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities losing himself again.’ It was a profounder remark than Mr. walking up and down. and will be heard. until he is composed. like or no like. I should think. Miss Pross. walking up and down. Better leave it alone.

eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. albeit wild. which testified to her possessing such a thing. Lorry stood at the open window. view. Download the free trial version. as though the steps had gone. echoes of other steps that never came would be heard in their stead. and grim. Not only would the echoes die away. it had begun to echo so resoundingly to the tread of coming feet. looking for the father and daughter whose steps he heard. and edit PDF. in her repetition of the phrase. that it seemed as though the very mention of that weary pacing to and fro had set it going. he fancied they would never approach. Miss Pross was a pleasant sight. rising to break up the conference. and red. and would die away for good when they seemed close at hand. but. father and daughter did at last appear. there was a perception of the pain of being monotonously haunted by one sad idea. and Miss Pross was ready at the street door to receive them. taking off her darling’s bonnet when she came up171 of 670 . The corner has been mentioned as a wonderful corner for echoes. Notwithstanding Miss Pross’s denial of her own imagination. ‘and now we shall have hundreds of people pretty soon!’ It was such a curious corner in its acoustical properties. that as Mr. such a peculiar Ear of a place. However. walking up and down. ‘Here they are!’ said Miss Pross.

and touching it up with the ends of her handkerchief. or Miss Pross. would have retired to her own chamber and cried. Miss Pross took charge of the lower regions. and folding her mantle ready for laying by. and blowing the dust off it. Lorry was a pleasant sight too. and smoothing her rich hair with as much pride as she could possibly have taken in her own hair if she had been the vainest and handsomest of women. and Mr. The Doctor was a pleasant sight too. and protesting against her taking so much trouble for her—which last she only dared to do playfully. Her dinners. and would have had more if it were possible. Her darling was a pleasant sight too. Dinner-time. in accents and with eyes that had as much spoiling in them as Miss Pross had. sorely hurt. and thanking his bachelor stars for having lighted him in his declining years to a Home. Lorry looked in vain for the fulfilment of Miss Pross’s prediction. But. and telling Miss Pross how she spoilt Lucie. and always acquitted herself marvellously. In the arrangements of the little household. embracing her and thanking her. Mr. and so neat in their 172 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities stairs. looking on at them. were so well cooked and so well served. no Hundreds of people came to see the sights. and still no Hundreds of people. beaming at all this in his little wig. of a very modest quality.

Miss Pross’s friendship being of the thoroughly practical kind.A Tale of Two Cities contrivances. From these decayed sons and daughters of Gaul. a rabbit. and change them into anything she pleased. a vegetable or two from the garden. tempted by shillings and half. Lucie proposed that the wine should be carried out under the plane-tree. who. On Sundays. in search of impoverished French.crowns. that the woman and girl who formed the staff of domestics regarded her as quite a Sorceress. Miss Pross. half English and half French. As everything turned upon her. she had acquired such wonderful arts. to which no one but her Ladybird ever gained admittance. they 173 of 670 . too. It was an oppressive day. Miss Pross dined at the Doctor’s table. and they should sit there in the air. responding to Ladybird’s pleasant face and pleasant efforts to please her. so the dinner was very pleasant. she had ravaged Soho and the adjacent provinces. or Cinderella’s Godmother: who would send out for a fowl. or in her own room on the second floor—a blue chamber. either in the lower regions. and revolved about her. but on other days persisted in taking her meals at unknown periods. would impart culinary mysteries to her. that nothing could be better. unbent exceedingly. On this occasion. after dinner. and.

and with unusual vivacity. She was not unfrequently the victim of this disorder. as they sat under the plane-tree—and he said it in 174 of 670 . She had installed herself.’ said Mr. Mr. and looked specially young. the Hundreds of people did not present themselves. and as they sat side by side. Doctor Manette. Mysterious backs and ends of houses peeped at them as they talked. Darnay. it was very agreeable to trace the likeness. and retired into the house. ‘Pray. But. Miss Pross suddenly became afflicted with a twitching in the head and body. Doctor Manette received him kindly. Darnay presented himself while they were sitting under the plane-tree. but he was only One.’ The Doctor was in his best condition. and she called it. as Mr. in familiar conversation. He had been talking all day. and so did Lucie. on many subjects. and she carried the wine down for the special benefit of Mr. talking. The resemblance between him and Lucie was very strong at such times. she kept his glass replenished. and he resting his arm on the back of her chair. Still. she leaning on his shoulder.A Tale of Two Cities went out under the plane-tree. and while they sat under the plane-tree. ‘a fit of the jerks. Lorry’s cupbearer. Lorry. and the planetree whispered to them in its own way above their heads. some time before.

had cut as his last work. little more. with a smile. They were done with some very poor instrument. but only casually. names. and not in a character that gives facilities for seeing much of it. We have seen enough of it.. they were read as D. There was no record or legend of any prisoner with those initials.’ ‘What was that?’ Lucie asked. built up and forgotten. ‘In making some alterations. At first. which had been. though reddening a little angrily. ‘in another character. the last letter was found to be G. and many 175 of 670 . who seemed to have gone to execution. three letters. one prisoner. and prayers. to know that it teems with interest. which happened to be the old buildings of London—‘have you seen much of the Tower?’ ‘Lucie and I have been there. on being more carefully examined. They told me a curious thing when I was there. I.’ ‘I have been there. C. Every stone of its inner wall was covered by inscriptions which had been carved by prisoners—dates.A Tale of Two Cities the natural pursuit of the topic in hand. the workmen came upon an old dungeon.’ said Darnay. but. for many years. and hurriedly. complaints. Upon a corner stone in an angle of the wall. as you remember. with an unsteady hand.

His manner and his look quite terrified them all.A Tale of Two Cities fruitless guesses were made what the name could have been. the same singular look that had been upon it when it turned towards him in the passages of the Court House. on his face. DiG. not ill. as it turned towards Charles Darnay. and. 176 of 670 . There are large drops of rain falling. he said not a single word in reference to the discovery that had been told of. ‘you are ill!’ He had suddenly started up. mingled with the ashes of a small leathern case or bag. We had better go in. but he had written something. Lorry either detected. with his hand to his head. and. What the unknown prisoner had written will never be read. ‘No. or fancied it detected. as they went into the house. or tile. and hidden it away to keep it from the gaoler. were found the ashes of a paper.’ He recovered himself almost instantly. it was suggested that the letters were not initials.’ ‘My father. and they made me start. At length.’ exclaimed Lucie. Rain was really falling in large drops. But. my dear. the business eye of Mr. in the earth beneath a stone. but the complete word. The floor was examined very carefully under the inscription. or some fragment of paving. and he showed the back of his hand with rain-drops on it.

and that the rain had startled him. ‘It comes slowly. with another fit of the jerks upon her. 177 of 670 .’ said Carton. and few. that Mr. and Miss Pross making tea.’ said Doctor Manette. watching and waiting for Lightning. Carton had lounged in.A Tale of Two Cities He recovered himself so quickly. The night was so very sultry. heavy. Carton leaned against a window. when he stopped under it to remark to them that he was not yet proof against slight surprises (if he ever would be). however. that although they sat with doors and windows open. always do.’ ‘It comes surely. and waved them like spectral wings. caught them up to the ceiling. they were overpowered by heat. When the tea-table was done with. Tea-time. Lorry had doubts of his business eye. they all moved to one of the windows. Darnay sat beside her. as people watching and waiting mostly do. as people in a dark room. large. ‘The rain-drops are still falling. and some of the thunder-gusts that whirled into the corner. and yet no Hundreds of people. Lucie sat by her father. and looked out into the heavy twilight. The arm of the golden giant in the hall was not more steady than he was. The curtains were long and white. Mr. They spoke low. but he made only Two.

some breaking off. some. in his moody way. ‘Sometimes.A Tale of Two Cities There was a great hurry in the streets of people speeding away to get shelter before the storm broke. listening. under the windows. if that be so. until I have made the echoes out to be the echoes of all the footsteps that are coming by-and-bye into our lives. until I have fancied—but even the shade of a foolish fancy makes me shudder to-night.’ Sydney Carton struck in. some going. ‘Is it not impressive. as it seemed. yet not a footstep was there. The footsteps were incessant. some. I think. when they had listened for a while. We may know what it is. Such whims are only impressive as we originate them. I have sat here of an evening. they are not to be communicated. the wonderful corner for echoes resounded with the echoes of footsteps coming and going. some coming. Darnay?’ asked Lucie. Mr. as it seemed. and the hurry of them became more and more rapid. I have sometimes sat alone here of an evening. ‘A multitude of people.’ ‘It will seem nothing to you. The corner echoed and reechoed with the tread of feet. when all is so black and solemn—‘ ‘Let us shudder too. some stopping 178 of 670 . in the room.’ ‘There is a great crowd coming one day into our lives. and yet a solitude!’ said Darnay.

Miss Manette. high179 of 670 . after a peal of thunder. fierce. Miss Manette. Lorry. and I see them—by the Lightning. and my father’s.’ He added the last words. When I have yielded myself to it. and rain. and it stopped him. and not one within sight. and then I have imagined them the footsteps of the people who are to come into my life. ‘I ask no questions and make no stipulations. A memorable storm of thunder and lightning broke with that sweep of water. I told you it was a foolish fancy. and there was not a moment’s interval in crash. I have been alone. or are we to divide them among us?’ ‘I don’t know. fast. There is a great crowd bearing down upon us. The great bell of Saint Paul’s was striking one in the cleared air. but you asked for it. escorted by Jerry. and fire. after there had been a vivid flash which had shown him lounging in the window. until after the moon rose at midnight. and furious!’ It was the rush and roar of rain that he typified. all in the distant streets.’ ‘I take them into mine!’ said Carton.A Tale of Two Cities altogether. ‘And I hear them!’ he added again. for no voice could be heard in it. Mr. ‘Here they come. ‘Are all these footsteps destined to come to all of us. Darnay. when Mr.

’ answered Jerry. Perhaps.A Tale of Two Cities booted and bearing a lantern. ‘Good night. Lorry. There were solitary patches of road on the way between Soho and Clerkenwell. see the great crowd of people with its rush and roar. Lorry.’ said the man of business. always retained Jerry for this service: though it was usually performed a good two hours earlier. set forth on his returnpassage to Clerkenwell. 180 of 670 . mindful of foot-pads. too. Mr. ‘What a night it has been! Almost a night. Shall we ever see such a night again.’ ‘I never see the night myself. ‘to bring the dead out of their graves. master—nor yet I don’t expect to— what would do that. bearing down upon them. ‘Good night. Darnay. and Mr.’ said Mr. Carton. together!’ Perhaps. Mr. Jerry.

Monseigneur was about to take his chocolate. Yes. and the Chief of them unable to exist with fewer than two gold watches in his pocket. all four ablaze with gorgeous decoration. his morning’s chocolate could not so much as get into the throat of Monseigneur.A Tale of Two Cities VII Monseigneur in Town Monseigneur. and was by some few sullen minds supposed to be rather rapidly swallowing France. held his fortnightly reception in his grand hotel in Paris. but. Monseigneur was in his inner room. a second. the Holiest of Holiests to the crowd of worshippers in the suite of rooms without. his sanctuary of sanctuaries. milled and frothed the chocolate with the little instrument he bore for that function. Monseigneur could swallow a great many things with ease. one of the great lords in power at the Court. It took four men. One lacquey carried the chocolate-pot into the sacred presence. a third. emulative of the noble and chaste fashion set by Monseigneur. without the aid of four strong men besides the Cook. 181 of 670 . presented the favoured napkin. to conduct the happy chocolate to Monseigneur’s lips. a fourth (he of the two gold watches).

with fascinating company. general and particular. that the Comedy and the Grand Opera had far more influence with him in the tiresome articles of state affairs and state secrets. he must have died of two. Of his pleasures. Monseigneur had the other truly noble idea. which was. to let everything go on in its own way. Monseigneur had been out at a little supper last night. Monseigneur had the other truly noble idea that it must all go his way—tend to his own power and pocket. Monseigneur was out at a little supper most nights.A Tale of Two Cities poured the chocolate out. A happy circumstance for France. Monseigneur had one truly noble idea of general public business. It was impossible for Monseigneur to dispense with one of these attendants on the chocolate and hold his high place under the admiring Heavens. The text of his order 182 of 670 . than the needs of all France. So polite and so impressible was Monseigneur. where the Comedy and the Grand Opera were charmingly represented. as the like always is for all countries similarly favoured!— always was for England (by way of example). Deep would have been the blot upon his escutcheon if his chocolate had been ignobly waited on by only three men. that the world was made for them. of particular public business. in the regretted days of the merry Stuart who sold it.

who. as to both classes of affairs. after generations of great luxury and expense. and he had. his own wife included.’ Yet. Download the free trial version. because Monseigneur could not make anything at all of them. view. was growing poor. Which Farmer-General. was now among the company in the outer rooms. poor in family.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. as to finances private. Hence Monseigneur had taken his sister from a convent. the cheapest garment she could wear. allied himself perforce with a Farmer-General. much prostrated before by mankind—always excepting superior mankind of the blood of Monseigneur. and must consequently let them out to somebody who could. and Monseigneur. As to finances public. which is not much) ran: ‘The earth and the fulness thereof are mine. both private and public. and edit PDF. saith Monseigneur. carrying an appropriate cane with a golden apple on the top of it. 183 of 670 . while there was yet time to ward off the impending veil. and had bestowed her as a prize upon a very rich FarmerGeneral. (altered from the original by only a pronoun. because Farmer-Generals were rich. looked down upon him with the loftiest contempt. Monseigneur had slowly found that vulgar embarrassments crept into his affairs.

considered with any reference to the scarecrows in the rags and nightcaps elsewhere (and not so far off. For. though a beautiful scene to look at. all lying horribly in pretending to belong to them. brazen ecclesiastics. they would have been an exceedingly uncomfortable business—if that could have been anybody’s business. naval officers with no idea of a ship. with sensual eyes. in truth. not a sound business. twenty-four male domestics sat in his halls. the rooms. were. loose tongues. civil officers without a notion of affairs. and adorned with every device of decoration that the taste and skill of the time could achieve. all totally unfit for their several callings. As one who pretended to do nothing but plunder and forage where he could. but that the watching towers of Notre Dame. Thirty horses stood in his stables. six body-women waited on his wife. and looser lives. Military officers destitute of military knowledge. of the worst world worldly. almost equidistant from the two extremes. either. at the house of Monseigneur. could see them both).A Tale of Two Cities A sumptuous man was the Farmer-General. but all nearly or remotely 184 of 670 . the Farmer-General—howsoever his matrimonial relations conduced to social morality—was at least the greatest reality among the personages who attended at the hotel of Monseigneur that day.

were no less abundant. except the remedy of setting to work in earnest to root out a single sin. these were to be told off by the score and the score. were in the most exemplary state of 185 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities of the order of Monseigneur. or with lives passed in travelling by any straight road to any true earthly end. Unbelieving Philosophers who were remodelling the world with words. and therefore foisted on all public employments from which anything was to be got. Doctors who made great fortunes out of dainty remedies for imaginary disorders that never existed. smiled upon their courtly patients in the ante-chambers of Monseigneur. Projectors who had discovered every kind of remedy for the little evils with which the State was touched. and making card-towers of Babel to scale the skies with. People not immediately connected with Monseigneur or the State. which was at that remarkable time—and has been since—to be known by its fruits of indifference to every natural subject of human interest. at this wonderful gathering accumulated by Monseigneur. poured their distracting babble into any ears they could lay hold of. yet equally unconnected with anything that was real. talked with Unbelieving Chemists who had an eye on the transmutation of metals. at the reception of Monseigneur. Exquisite gentlemen of the finest breeding.

As a promising way of setting them right. for a few years. half of the half-dozen had become members of a fantastic sect of Convulsionists. In the outermost room were half a dozen exceptional people who had had. who. that the spies among the assembled devotees of Monseigneur—forming a goodly half of the polite company—would have found it hard to discover among the angels of that sphere one solitary wife. and were even then considering within themselves whether they should foam. Indeed. at the hotel of Monseigneur. and turn cataleptic on the spot—thereby setting up a highly intelligible 186 of 670 . in her manners and appearance. and brought them up. and charming grandmammas of sixty dressed and supped as at twenty. except for the mere act of bringing a troublesome creature into this world— which does not go far towards the realisation of the name of mother— there was no such thing known to the fashion. owned to being a Mother. rage. Such homes had these various notabilities left behind them in the fine world of Paris. Peasant women kept the unfashionable babies close. roar. The leprosy of unreality disfigured every human creature in attendance upon Monseigneur. some vague misgiving in them that things in general were going rather wrong.A Tale of Two Cities exhaustion.

for ever and ever. would surely keep anything going. The exquisite gentlemen of the finest breeding wore little pendent trinkets that chinked as they languidly moved. such gallant swords to look at.A Tale of Two Cities finger-post to the Future. which mended matters with a jargon about ‘the Centre of Truth:’ holding that Man had got out of the Centre of Truth—which did not need much demonstration—but had not got out of the Circumference. the comfort was. If the Day of Judgment had only been ascertained to be a dress day. that all the company at the grand hotel of Monseigneur were perfectly dressed. by fasting and seeing of spirits. were other three who had rushed into another sect. such delicate complexions artificially preserved and mended. Besides these Dervishes. much discoursing with spirits went on—and it did a world of good which never became manifest. But. and what with that ringing. and such delicate honour to the sense of smell. and was even to be shoved back into the Centre. Such frizzling and powdering and sticking up of hair. for Monseigneur’s guidance. these golden fetters rang like precious little bells. Among these. and that he was to be kept from flying out of the Circumference. accordingly. everybody there would have been eternally correct. and with the rustle 187 of 670 .

in pursuance of the charm. and white-silk stockinged. that a system rooted in a frizzled hangman. to call him. through the Chambers. powdered.’ At the gallows and the wheel—the axe was a rarity—Monsieur Paris. and the rest. Dress was the one unfailing talisman and charm used for keeping all things in their places. in a gold-laced coat. could possibly doubt. and white silk stockings. And who among the company at Monseigneur’s reception in that seventeen hundred and eightieth year of our Lord. the Fancy Ball descended to the Common Executioner: who. pumps. 188 of 670 . caused the doors of the Holiest of Holiests to be thrown open. From the Palace of the Tuileries.A Tale of Two Cities of silk and brocade and fine linen. there was a flutter in the air that fanned Saint Antoine and his devouring hunger far away. Everybody was dressed for a Fancy Ball that was never to leave off. was required to officiate ‘frizzled. and all society (except the scarecrows). the Tribunals of Justice. gold-laced. and issued forth. through Monseigneur and the whole Court. would see the very stars out! Monseigneur having eased his four men of their burdens and taken his chocolate. pumped. powdered. as it was the episcopal mode among his brother Professors of the provinces. Monsieur Orleans. presided in this dainty dress.

and came back again. ‘to the Devil!’ With that. and he. he shook the snuff from his fingers as if he had shaken the dust from his feet. what abject humiliation! As to bowing down in body and spirit. what servility. ‘I devote you. and so in due course of time got himself shut up in his sanctuary by the chocolate sprites. and was seen no more. the flutter in the air became quite a little storm. Bestowing a word of promise here and a smile there. The show being over.A Tale of Two Cities Then. stopping at the last door on his way. and quietly walked downstairs. nothing in that way was left for Heaven— which may have been one among other reasons why the worshippers of Monseigneur never troubled it. what cringing and fawning. a whisper on one happy slave and a wave of the hand on another. Monseigneur turned. and the precious little bells went ringing downstairs. slowly passed among the mirrors on his way out.’ said this person. with his hat under his arm and his snuff-box in his hand. 189 of 670 . and turning in the direction of the sanctuary. Monseigneur affably passed through his rooms to the remote region of the Circumference of Truth. There was soon but one person left of all the crowd. what submission. There.

The nose. beautifully formed otherwise. and cruelty. its capacity of helping such a look was to be found in the line of the mouth. they gave a look of treachery. and often barely escaping from being run down. resided. rather agreeable to him to see the common people dispersed before his horses. and they would be occasionally dilated and contracted by something like a faint pulsation. one set expression on it. and Monseigneur might have been warmer in his manner. and with a face like a fine mask. and drove away. His man drove as if he were charging an enemy. it was a handsome face. was very slightly pinched at the top of each nostril. In those two compressions. haughty in manner. and the lines of the orbits of the eyes. got into his carriage. Its owner went downstairs into the courtyard. under the circumstances. then. he had stood in a little space apart. still. 190 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities He was a man of about sixty. Examined with attention. Not many people had talked with him at the reception. being much too horizontal and thin. to the whole countenance. and a remarkable one. handsomely dressed. every feature in it clearly defined. They persisted in changing colour sometimes. or dints. the only little change that the face ever showed. A face of a transparent paleness. in the effect of the face made. It appeared.

191 of 670 . the carriage probably would not have stopped. with women screaming before it. the carriage dashed through streets and swept round corners. With a wild rattle and clatter. But. But for the latter inconvenience. and there was a loud cry from a number of voices. and men clutching each other and clutching children out of its way. the common wretches were left to get out of their difficulties as they could. and. in this matter. and there were twenty hands at the horses’ bridles. swooping at a street corner by a fountain. and an inhuman abandonment of consideration not easy to be understood in these days. in the narrow streets without footways. as in all others. The complaint had sometimes made itself audible. few cared enough for that to think of it a second time. carriages were often known to drive on. and the horses reared and plunged. or to the lips. even in that deaf city and dumb age. of the master.A Tale of Two Cities and the furious recklessness of the man brought no check into the face. At last. and leave their wounded behind. that. and why not? But the frightened valet had got down in a hurry. one of its wheels came to a sickening little jolt. the fierce patrician custom of hard driving endangered and maimed the mere vulgar in a barbarous manner.

and came running at the carriage. There was nothing revealed by the many eyes that looked at him but watchfulness and eagerness. ‘Dead!’ The people closed round. Monsieur the Marquis—it is a pity—yes. there was no visible menacing or anger. they had been silent. and staring at him. ‘it is a child. Neither did the people say anything. and had laid it on the basement of the fountain.’ The fountain was a little removed. in wild desperation. calmly looking out. and 192 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities ‘What has gone wrong?’ said Monsieur. where it was. A tall man in a nightcap had caught up a bundle from among the feet of the horses. Monsieur the Marquis clapped his hand for an instant on his sword-hilt. Monsieur the Marquis!’ said a ragged and submissive man. into a space some ten or twelve yards square. As the tall man suddenly got up from the ground. and was down in the mud and wet. after the first cry. extending both arms at their length above his head.’ ‘Why does he make that abominable noise? Is it his child?’ ‘Excuse me. howling over it like a wild animal. for the street opened. and looked at Monsieur the Marquis. ‘Pardon. ‘Killed!’ shrieked the man.

‘I know all. and all the heads craned forward that all the eyes might look down at it as it fell. sobbing and crying. as the men. See! Give him that. however. I know all. How do I know what injury you have done my horses. as if they had been mere rats come out of their holes. On seeing him. and moving gently about it. The tall man called out again with a most unearthly cry. way. than to live. One or the other of you is for ever in the. and pointing to the fountain.’ He threw out a gold coin for the valet to pick up. He took out his purse. my Gaspard! It is better for the poor little plaything to die so. ‘Dead!’ He was arrested by the quick arrival of another man. It has died in a moment without pain. ‘Be a brave man. They were as silent. for whom the rest made way. where some women were stooping over the motionless bundle. Could it have lived an hour as happily?’ 193 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities they remained so. ‘It is extraordinary to me. the miserable creature fell upon his shoulder. The voice of the submissive man who had spoken. was flat and tame in its extreme submission.’ said the last comer. Monsieur the Marquis ran his eyes over them all. ‘that you people cannot take care of yourselves and your children.’ said he.

‘You dogs!’ said the Marquis. and had paid for it. ‘How do they call you?’ ‘They call me Defarge. a moment before. are they right?’ Without deigning to look at the assemblage a second time. and could afford to pay for it. and the figure that stood beside him was the figure of a dark stout woman.’ ‘Pick up that. except as to the spots on his nose: ‘I 194 of 670 . and with an unchanged front. vendor of wine. throwing him another gold coin.’ said the. but smoothly. The horses there. Marquis. Monsieur the Marquis leaned back in his seat. philosopher and vendor of wine. and was just being driven away with the air of a gentleman who had accidentally broke some common thing. you there. but the wretched father was grovelling on his face on the pavement in that spot. when his ease was suddenly disturbed by a coin flying into his carriage. ‘Hold!’ said Monsieur the Marquis. and ringing on its floor. knitting. ‘and spend it as you will. smiling.’ ‘Of what trade?’ ‘Monsieur the Marquis.A Tale of Two Cities ‘You are a philosopher.’ said the Marquis. ‘Hold the horses! Who threw that?’ He looked to the spot where Defarge the vendor of wine had stood.

that not a voice. and over all the other rats. would ride over any of you very willingly. and he leaned back in his seat again. and gave the word ‘Go on!’ He was driven on. and edit PDF. The father had long ago taken up his bundle and bidden himself away with it. the Lawyer. the Farmer-General. he should be crushed under the wheels. But the woman who stood knitting looked up steadily. Download the free trial version. and they remained looking on for hours.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. or a hand. The rats had crept out of their holes to look on. the State-Projector. his contemptuous eyes passed over her. when the women who had 195 of 670 . and making a barrier behind which they slunk. and other carriages came whirling by in quick succession.’ So cowed was their condition. and through which they peeped. It was not for his dignity to notice it. the Doctor. or even an eye was raised. Among the men. view. the Minister. soldiers and police often passing between them and the spectacle. and so long and hard their experience of what such a man could do to them. the whole Fancy Ball in a bright continuous flow. the Grand Opera. the Comedy. within the law and beyond it. and exterminate you from the earth. the Ecclesiastic. came whirling by. If I knew which rascal threw at the carriage. and if that brigand were sufficiently near it. and looked the Marquis in the face. not one.

time and tide waited for no man. so much life in the city ran into death according to rule. knitting. 196 of 670 . sat there watching the running of the water and the rolling of the Fancy Ball—when the one woman who had stood conspicuous. the Fancy Ball was lighted up at supper. the rats were sleeping close together in their dark holes again. still knitted on with the steadfastness of Fate. the swift river ran. the day ran into evening. The water of the fountain ran.A Tale of Two Cities tended the bundle while it lay on the base of the fountain. all things ran their course.

A Tale of Two Cities VIII Monseigneur in the Country A beautiful landscape.’ said Monsieur the Marquis. a prevalent tendency towards an appearance of vegetating unwillingly—a dejected disposition to give up. and wither away.’ 197 of 670 . The sunset struck so brilliantly into the travelling carriage when it gained the hill-top. it was occasioned by an external circumstance beyond his control—the setting sun. ‘directly. as on the men and women who cultivated it. conducted by four post-horses and two postilions. but not abundant. with the corn bright in it. it was not from within. A blush on the countenance of Monsieur the Marquis was no impeachment of his high breeding. that its occupant was steeped in crimson. On inanimate nature. fagged up a steep hill. patches of most coarse vegetable substitutes for wheat. Monsieur the Marquis in his travelling carriage (which might have been lighter). patches of poor peas and beans. ‘It will die out. Patches of poor rye where corn should have been. glancing at his hands.

A Tale of Two Cities In effect. with a cinderous smell. with its poor brewery. But. all usual poor appointments. the tax for the lord. a broad sweep and rise beyond it. bold and open. were not wanting. the red glow departed quickly. a church. and the carriage slid down hill. poor tavern. while many were at the fountain. tax local and tax general. the sun was so low that it dipped at the moment. there remained a broken country. the tax for the state. a windmill. washing leaves. Round upon all these darkening objects as the night drew on. and grasses. poor stable-yard for relays of post-horses. there was no glow left when the drag was taken off. When the heavy drag had been adjusted to the wheel. poor fountain. and a crag with a fortress on it used as a prison.tower. a little village at the bottom of the hill. the tax for the church. the Marquis looked. a forest for the chase. the sun and the Marquis going down together. The village had its one poor street. Expressive sips of what made them poor. poor tannery. in a cloud of dust. were to be paid 198 of 670 . and many of them were sitting at their doors. and any such small yieldings of the earth that could be eaten. All its people were poor. with the air of one who was coming near home. shredding spare onions and the like for supper. It had its poor people too.

and the peasants suspended their operations to look at him. Few children were to be seen. down in the little village under the mill. and by the cracking of his postilions’ whips. that there was any village left unswallowed. and no dogs. as the like of himself had drooped before Monseigneur of the Court—only the difference was. which twined snake-like about their heads in the evening air. as if he came attended by the Furies. that was to make the meagreness of Frenchmen an English superstition which should survive the truth through the best part of a hundred years. until the wonder was. He looked at them. It was hard by the fountain. that these faces drooped merely to suffer 199 of 670 . Monsieur the Marquis drew up in his travelling carriage at the posting-house gate. and saw in them. As to the men and women.A Tale of Two Cities here and to be paid there. Monsieur the Marquis cast his eyes over the submissive faces that drooped before him. Heralded by a courier in advance. without knowing it. their choice on earth was stated in the prospect—Life on the lowest terms that could sustain it. or captivity and Death in the dominant prison on the crag. according to solemn inscription in the little village. the slow sure filing down of misery-worn face and figure.

in the manner of the people at the Paris fountain. cap in hand.A Tale of Two Cities and not to propitiate—when a grizzled mender of the roads joined the group. it is true. and the other fellows closed round to look and listen. ‘Monseigneur.’ 200 of 670 . he swung by the chain of the shoe—the drag. I looked at the man.’ ‘Who?’ demanded the traveller. pig? And why look there?’ ‘Pardon. and at the top of the hill. ‘What man. Monseigneur. ‘Bring me hither that fellow!’ said the Marquis to the courier. it is true. ‘I passed you on the road?’ ‘Monseigneur. the man.’ He stooped a little. I had the honour of being passed on the road. so fixedly?’ ‘Monseigneur. The fellow was brought.’ ‘Coming up the hill. All his fellows stooped to look under the carriage. both?’ ‘Monseigneur.’ ‘What did you look at. and with his tattered blue cap pointed under the carriage.

white as a spectre. His head hanging over—like this!’ He turned himself sideways to the carriage. fumbled with his cap.’ ‘Swinging by the chain? To be suffocated?’ ‘With your gracious permission. and made a bow.A Tale of Two Cities ‘May the Devil carry away these idiots! How do you call the man? You know all the men of this part of the country. Monsieur Gabelle!’ 201 of 670 . Perhaps. and leaned back. with his face thrown up to the sky.’ said the Marquis. and not open that great mouth of yours. but all eyes. you did well. ‘What was he like?’ ‘Monseigneur. All covered with dust. Monseigneur! He was not of this part of the country. then recovered himself. Who was he?’ ‘Your clemency. to observe whether he had any spectre on his conscience. I never saw him. that was the wonder of it. ‘Truly. ‘to see a thief accompanying my carriage. without comparing notes with other eyes. and his head hanging down. Bah! Put him aside. Monseigneur. he was whiter than the miller. looked at Monsieur the Marquis. tall as a spectre!’ The picture produced an immense sensation in the little crowd. Of all the days of my life. felicitously sensible that such vermin were not to ruffle him.

and some other taxing functionary united.’ ‘Monseigneur. and had held the examined by the drapery of his arm in an official manner. Dolt. as a person plunges into the river. he had come out with great obsequiousness to assist at this examination. ‘Did the man run away. I am flattered to devote myself to your orders. fellow?—where is that Accursed?’ The accursed was already under the carriage with some half-dozen particular friends. Go on!’ The half-dozen who were peering at the chain were still among the wheels. ‘Lay hands on this stranger if he seeks to lodge in your village to-night.’ ‘Did he run away. when we stopped for the drag?’ ‘Monseigneur. Gabelle. Gabelle. Some half-dozen other particular friends promptly hauled him out. and be sure that his business is honest. and presented him breathless to Monsieur the Marquis. the wheels turned so 202 of 670 . like sheep. ‘Bah! Go aside!’ said Monsieur Gabelle. pointing out the chain with his blue cap. he precipitated himself over the hillside.’ ‘See to it.A Tale of Two Cities Monsieur Gabelle was the Postmaster. head first.

it was a poor figure in wood. a woman was kneeling. To this distressful emblem of a great distress that had long been growing worse. the courier was audible.A Tale of Two Cities suddenly that they were lucky to save their skins and bones. Monseigneur! Monseigneur. and was not at its worst. they had very little else to save. and presented herself at the carriage-door. with a thousand gossamer gnats circling about them in lieu of the Furies. The burst with which the carriage started out of the village and up the rise beyond. but he had studied the figure from the life—his own life. maybe—for it was dreadfully spare and thin. ‘It is you. quietly mended the points to the lashes of their whips. She turned her head as the carriage came up to her. with a Cross and a new large figure of Our Saviour on it. rose quickly. done by some inexperienced rustic carver. At the steepest point of the hill there was a little burialground.’ 203 of 670 . Gradually. The postilions. was soon checked by the steepness of the hill. trotting on ahead into the dun distance. swinging and lumbering upward among the many sweet scents of a summer night. or they might not have been so fortunate. a petition. the valet walked by the horses. it subsided to a foot pace.

Can I restore him to you?’ ‘Alas. well?’ She looked an old woman. and laid one of them on the carriage-door —tenderly. Her manner was one of passionate grief. then! What is it? Always petitions!’ ‘Monseigneur.A Tale of Two Cities With an exclamation of impatience. He cannot pay something?’ ‘He has paid all. hear me! Monseigneur.’ ‘What of your husband. ‘How. there are so many little heaps of poor grass?’ ‘Again. ‘Monseigneur. hear my petition! My husband died of want.’ ‘Well?’ ‘Monseigneur. by turns she clasped her veinous and knotted hands together with wild energy.’ ‘Well! He is quiet. under a little heap of poor grass. but with his unchangeable face. but was young. He is dead. the forester? Always the same with you people. caressingly. so many die of want. as if it had been a human breast. Monseigneur. For the love of the great God! My husband. Monseigneur looked out.’ 204 of 670 . and could be expected to feel the appealing touch. Monseigneur! But he lies yonder. the forester. so many more will die of want. no.

on the dusty. and lights twinkled in little casements. the place will be quickly forgotten. they dropped off one by one. and rose. My petition is. still enlarged upon his man like a spectre. with my husband’s name. was rapidly diminishing the league or two of distance that remained between him and his chateau. as long as they could bear it. Monseigneur! Monseigneur!’ The valet had put her away from the door. to whom the mender of roads. as the casements darkened. and more stars came out. the good God knows. Monseigneur.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Again. but I don’t ask it. they are so many. as the rain falls. the carriage had broken into a brisk trot. there is so much want. By degrees. and Monseigneur. with the aid of the blue cap without which he was nothing. they increase so fast. may be placed over him to show where he lies. 205 of 670 . which lights. she was left far behind. The sweet scents of the summer night rose all around him. well? Can I feed them?’ ‘Monseigneur. ragged. Otherwise. it will never be found when I am dead of the same malady. again escorted by the Furies. the postilions had quickened the pace. as they could bear no more. that a morsel of stone or wood. and toil-worn group at the fountain not far away. impartially. I shall be laid under some other heap of poor grass.

as his carriage stopped. and the great door of his chateau was opened to him. and of many over-hanging trees.’ 206 of 670 . not yet. is he arrived from England?’ ‘Monseigneur. and the shadow was exchanged for the light of a flambeau. The shadow of a large high-roofed house.A Tale of Two Cities seemed to have shot up into the sky instead of having been extinguished. ‘Monsieur Charles. whom I expect. was upon Monsieur the Marquis by that time.

Monsieur the Marquis. IX The Gorgon’s Head It was a heavy mass of building. flambeau preceded. save the failing of a fountain into its stone basin. and two stone sweeps of staircase meeting in a stone terrace before the principal door. in all directions. and stone flowers. that chateau of Monsieur the Marquis. sufficiently disturbing the darkness to elicit loud remonstrance from an owl in the roof of the great pile of stable building away among the trees. Up the broad flight of shallow steps. and stone faces of men. and the other flambeau held at the great door. two centuries ago. Download the free trial version.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. instead of being in the open night-air. when it was finished. it was one of those dark nights that hold their breath by the hour 207 of 670 . with heavy stone balustrades. Other sound than the owl’s voice there was none. and stone urns. All else was so quiet. burnt as if they were in a close room of state. for. A stony business altogether. that the flambeau carried up the steps. and stone heads of lions. view. went from his carriage. and edit PDF. with a large stone courtyard before it. As if the Gorgon’s head had surveyed it.

admitted him to his own private apartment of three rooms: his bedchamber and two others. but. with his flambeau-bearer going on before. The great door clanged behind him. and all luxuries befitting the state of a marquis in a luxurious age and country. in the third of the rooms. The fashion of the last Louis but one. great dogs upon the hearths for the burning of wood in winter time. A supper-table was laid for two. of which many a peasant. had felt the weight when his lord was angry. and Monsieur the Marquis crossed a hall grim with certain old boar-spears. it was diversified by many objects that were illustrations of old pages in the history of France.A Tale of Two Cities together. Monsieur the Marquis. This thrown open. with its 208 of 670 . of the line that was never to break —the fourteenth Louis—was conspicuous in their rich furniture. which were dark and made fast for the night. went up the staircase to a door in a corridor. A small lofty room. Avoiding the larger rooms. gone to his benefactor Death. High vaulted rooms with cool uncarpeted floors. and hold their breath again. grimmer with certain heavy riding-rods and riding-whips. swords. and then heave a long low sigh. in one of the chateau’s four extinguisher-topped towers. a round room. and knives of the chase.

The trees and the night are all that are here. Open the blinds. I shall be ready in a quarter of an hour. and the wooden jalousie-blinds closed. when he put it down.’ In a quarter of an hour Monseigneur was ready. ‘they said he was not arrived. ‘What is that?’ he calmly asked.’ said the Marquis. and sat down alone to his sumptuous and choice supper. ‘Well?’ ‘Monseigneur. glancing at the supper preparation.’ 209 of 670 . so that the dark night only showed in slight horizontal lines of black. it is nothing. His chair was opposite to the window. ‘My nephew. he had been expected with Monseigneur.’ Nor was he.’ It was done.A Tale of Two Cities window wide open. leave the table as it is. but. ‘Ah! It is not probable he will arrive to-night. looking with attention at the horizontal lines of black and stone colour. nevertheless. alternating with their broad lines of stone colour. and was raising his glass of Bordeaux to his lips. ‘Monseigneur? That?’ ‘Outside the blinds. and he had taken his soup.

In a little while he came. ‘Close them again.’ said the imperturbable master. It came on briskly. and the Marquis went on with his supper. had looked out into the vacant darkness. when he again stopped with his glass in his hand.’ It was the nephew of Monseigneur. and stood with that blank behind him. 210 of 670 . ‘Ask who is arrived. He had diminished the distance rapidly.A Tale of Two Cities The servant who spoke. Monseigneur received him in a courtly manner. He was half way through it. and that he was prayed to come to it. as being before him. hearing the sound of wheels. He had been known in England as Charles Darnay. He had been some few leagues behind Monseigneur. and came up to the front of the chateau. ‘Good. had thrown the blinds wide. but not so rapidly as to come up with Monseigneur on the road. He had heard of Monseigneur. but they did not shake hands. He was to be told (said Monseigneur) that supper awaited him then and there.’ That was done too. at the posting-houses. looking round for instructions. early in the afternoon.

’ ‘Without doubt. no other words passed between them. as you anticipate. ‘On the contrary.’ ‘Pardon me! I mean. When coffee had been served and they were alone together. looking at the uncle and meeting the eyes of the face that was like a fine mask. a long time intending the journey. and if it had carried me to death I hope it would have sustained me. not a long time on the journey. sir?’ he said to Monseigneur. I come direct. the nephew. It carried me into great and unexpected peril.’ ‘You have been a long time coming. So long as a servant was present.’ said the polished uncle. but it is a sacred object.A Tale of Two Cities ‘You left Paris yesterday. with a smile.’ said the Marquis. ‘Yesterday. ‘I have come back.’ 211 of 670 . opened a conversation. And you?’ ‘I come direct.’ ‘I have been detained by’—the nephew stopped a moment in his answer—‘various business. as he took his seat at table. sir. pursuing the object that took me away.’ ‘From London?’ ‘Yes.

the uncle made a graceful gesture of protest. long ago. ‘it is not necessary to say. no. if it had carried me to the utmost brink of death.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Not to death. ‘whether. you would have cared to stop me there.’ pursued the nephew. you may have expressly worked to give a more suspicious appearance to the suspicious circumstances that surrounded me. ‘But. and would know no scruple as to means.’ ‘I doubt.’ said the uncle. ‘I know that your diplomacy would stop me by any means.’ The deepened marks in the nose. sir. ‘Do me the favour to recall that I told you so. pleasantly. I told you so. however that may be. with a fine pulsation in the two marks.’ said the uncle. to death.’ ‘Thank you. looked ominous as to that. glancing at him with deep distrust.’ ‘No. sir.’ resumed the nephew.’ ‘My friend.’ said the uncle. no. which was so clearly a slight form of good breeding that it was not reassuring. ‘Indeed.’ said the Marquise—very sweetly indeed. 212 of 670 . and the lengthening of the fine straight lines in the cruel face. ‘for anything I know.’ ‘I recall it.’ returned the nephew.

the Reception of the day before yesterday was. at a disadvantage. A good opportunity for consideration.’ returned the uncle. ‘For the honour of the family. ‘I would not be sure of that. my friend. ‘I believe it to be at once your bad fortune. a letter de cachet would have sent me to some fortress indefinitely. these 213 of 670 . sipping his coffee. But it is useless to discuss the question. surrounded by the advantages of solitude. with refined politeness. and had not been overshadowed by that cloud for years past. ‘Dare I ask you to explain?’ ‘I believe that if you were not in disgrace with the Court. with great calmness.’ returned the uncle. sir. might influence your destiny to far greater advantage than you influence it for yourself. almost like the tone of a musical instrument. as usual. I am. ‘In effect. I could even resolve to incommode you to that extent.’ observed the nephew. and my good fortune.A Tale of Two Cities His tone lingered in the air. These little instruments of correction. a cold one. happily for me.’ ‘I do not quite understand. that has kept me out of a prison in France here.’ said the uncle.’ ‘It is possible. ‘I would not say happily. Pray excuse me!’ ‘I perceive that.’ pursued the nephew. as you say.

very bad!’ The Marquis took a gentle little pinch of snuff. Our not remote ancestors held the right of life and death over the surrounding vulgar. and the assertion of our station. to our knowledge. but France in all such things is changed for the worse. and they are granted (comparatively) to so few! It used not to be so. was poniarded on the spot for professing some insolent delicacy respecting his daughter—HIS daughter? We have lost many privileges. but might) cause us real inconvenience. that great means of regeneration. They are sought by so many. in the next room (my bedroom). ‘that I believe our name to be more detested than any name in France. might (I do not go so far as to say would. From this room. both in the old time and in the modern time also.’ said the nephew. as elegantly despondent as he could becomingly be of a country still containing himself. ‘We have so asserted our station. All very bad. one fellow. a new philosophy has become the mode.’ 214 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities gentle aids to the power and honour of families. many such dogs have been taken out to be hanged. in these days. are only to be obtained now by interest and importunity. these slight favours that might so incommode you. gloomily. and shook his head.

’ ‘There is not.’ That might not be so long as the Marquis supposed. ‘Repression is the only lasting philosophy.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Let us hope so. which looks at me with any deference on it but the dark deference of fear and slavery. could have been shown to him that night.’ pursued the nephew. Hah!’ And he took another gentle little pinch of snuff. ‘shuts out the sky.’ ‘A compliment. covered his eyes thoughtfully and dejectedly with his hand. as long as this roof.’ said the uncle. merited by the manner in which the family has sustained its grandeur. and dislike. than was comportable with its wearer’s assumption of indifference. in all this country round about us. in his former tone.’ said the Marquis. ‘a face I can look at. when his nephew. and lightly crossed his legs.’ looking up to it. leaning an elbow on the table. If a picture of the chateau as it was to be a very few years hence. ‘will keep the dogs obedient to the whip. he 215 of 670 . my friend. the fine mask looked at him sideways with a stronger concentration of keenness. closeness.’ observed the Marquis. and of fifty like it as they too were to be a very few years hence. But. The dark deference of fear and slavery. ‘to the grandeur of the family. ‘Detestation of the high is the involuntary homage of the low.

A Tale of Two Cities might have been at a loss to claim his own from the ghastly. with an inquiring smile. Why need I speak of my father’s time. for ever. ‘Meanwhile. if you please. and delicately pointing. fire-charred. ‘I will preserve the honour and repose of the family. from the eyes of the bodies into which its lead was fired. Shall we terminate our conference for the night?’ ‘A moment more. out of the barrels of a hundred thousand muskets. As for the roof he vaunted. our honourable family. we did a world of wrong.’ ‘An hour.’ said the Marquis. injuring every human creature who came between us and our pleasure. whose honour is of so much account to both of us. if you will not. he might have found THAT shutting out the sky in a new way—to wit. when it is equally yours? Can I separate my 216 of 670 . whatever it was. ‘we have done wrong.’ said the nephew. in such different ways.’ ‘WE have done wrong?’ repeated the Marquis. plunder-wrecked rains.’ ‘Sir. and are reaping the fruits of wrong. Even in my father’s time. then to himself. ‘Our family. But you must be fatigued. first to his nephew.

and tortured by seeking assistance and power in vain. was cruelly.’ Every fine straight line in the clear whiteness of his face. ‘And has left me. he ran him through the body.’ answered the nephew.’ 217 of 670 . but powerless in it. ‘bound to a system that is frightful to me. be assured. with his snuff-box in his hand. in delicate finesse. touching him on the breast with his forefinger—they were now standing by the hearth—‘you will for ever seek them in vain. which implored me to have mercy and to redress. and said. from himself?’ ‘Death has done that!’ said the Marquis. seeking to execute the last request of my dear mother’s lips. as though his finger were the fine point of a small sword. ‘My friend.A Tale of Two Cities father’s twin-brother. perpetuating the system under which I have lived. joint inheritor. I will die.’ ‘Seeking them from me. my nephew. with which. responsible for it. and next successor. Once again he touched him on the breast. and closely compressed. craftily. while he stood looking quietly at his nephew. and obey the last look of my dear mother’s eyes.’ said the Marquis.

he took a culminating pinch of snuff. and live otherwise and elsewhere. 218 of 670 . ‘I renounce them. in the words I used.’ ‘This property and France are lost to me.’ ‘—I would abandon it. and by the daylight.’ ‘—or twenty years hence—‘ ‘You do me too much honour. to claim it yet. to-morrow—‘ ‘Which I have the vanity to hope is not probable. Monsieur Charles. It is little to relinquish. ‘To the eye it is fair enough. But you are lost. ‘and accept your natural destiny. I see.’ said the nephew. is it yet?’ ‘I had no intention.A Tale of Two Cities When he had said it. but seen in its integrity. If it passed to me from you.’ ‘Are they both yours to renounce? France may be. ‘Better to be a rational creature. it is a crumbling tower of waste. under the sky. mismanagement. and put his box in his pocket. sadly.’ he added then. extortion. ‘still. but is the property? It is scarcely worth mentioning. but. What is it but a wilderness of misery and ruin!’ ‘Hah!’ said the Marquis. glancing round the luxurious room. after ringing a small bell on the table. here.’ said the Marquis. I prefer that supposition.

oppression. may have to do some day-work. to live.’ ‘Hah!’ said the Marquis again. view. but it is not for me. ‘Forgive my curiosity. mortgage. in another generation. There is a curse on it. what others of my countrymen. for example?’ ‘Yes. ‘If it ever becomes mine. Download the free trial version. The family name can suffer from me in no other. sir. it shall be put into some hands better qualified to free it slowly (if such a thing is possible) from the weight that drags it down. suffer less. even with nobility at their backs.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. for I bear it in no other.’ ‘In England.’ ‘And you?’ said the uncle. The family honour. in a well-satisfied manner. It now shone brightly. graciously intend to live?’ ‘I must do. nakedness. so that the miserable people who cannot leave it and who have been long wrung to the last point of endurance. hunger. and edit PDF. and suffering. and on all this land. is safe from me in this country. through the 219 of 670 . under your new philosophy. do you. debt.’ The ringing of the bell had caused the adjoining bedchamber to be lighted. may.

I am sensible I may be indebted to you. seeing how indifferently you have prospered there.’ ‘They say. ‘You are fatigued. curved with a sarcasm that looked handsomely diabolic. You know a compatriot who has found a Refuge there? A Doctor?’ ‘Yes.’ he observed then.’ ‘With a daughter?’ ‘Yes. and he conveyed an air of mystery to those words. the thin straight lines of the setting of the eyes.’ said the Marquis. The Marquis looked that way. and the thin straight lips. that for my prospering there. Good night!’ As he bent his head in his most courtly manner.’ ‘Yes. that it is the Refuge of many. ‘I have already said. and listened for the retreating step of his valet. those boastful English. turning his calm face to his nephew with a smile. For the rest. it is my Refuge. sir. 220 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities door of communication. ‘England is very attractive to you. there was a secrecy in his smiling face. At the same time. and the markings in the nose. which struck the eyes and ears of his nephew forcibly.

The valet come and gone. Yes.’ he added to himself. that hot still night. He moved from end to end of his voluptuous bedroom. Good night!’ It would have been of as much avail to interrogate any stone face outside the chateau as to interrogate that face of his. looking again at the scraps of the day’s journey that came unbidden into his mind. in vain. whose periodical change into tiger form was either just going off. his softly-slippered feet making no noise on the floor. Good repose! Light Monsieur my nephew to his chamber there!—And burn Monsieur my nephew in his bed. in story. in passing on to the door.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Yes. and summoned his valet to his own bedroom. if you will. The nephew looked at him. he moved like a refined tiger:—looked like some enchanted marquis of the impenitently wicked sort. ‘A Doctor with a daughter. to prepare himself gently for sleep. or just coming on. Rustling about the room.’ repeated the Marquis. So commences the new philosophy! You are fatigued. before he rang his little bell again. ‘I look to the pleasure of seeing you again in the morning. the slow toil up the hill 221 of 670 . Monsieur the Marquis walked to and fro in his loose chamber-robe. ‘Good night!’ said the uncle.

the little bundle lying on the step. stared blindly at the night. the descent. For three heavy hours.’ So. the little village in the hollow. dead darkness added its own hush 222 of 670 . and the mender of roads with his blue cap pointing out the chain under the carriage. ‘and may go to bed. and heard the night break its silence with a long sigh as he composed himself to sleep.’ said Monsieur the Marquis. crying. the mill. the women bending over it.A Tale of Two Cities at sunset. the setting sun. for three heavy hours. leaving only one light burning on the large hearth. the stone faces of the chateau. But it is the obstinate custom of such creatures hardly ever to say what is set down for them. the horses in the stables rattled at their racks. Dead darkness lay on all the landscape. and the owl made a noise with very little resemblance in it to the noise conventionally assigned to the owl by men-poets. the dogs barked. the prison on the crag. ‘Dead!’ ‘I am cool now. and the tall man with his arms up. the peasants at the fountain. That fountain suggested the Paris fountain. he let his thin gauze curtains fall around him. The stone faces on the outer walls stared blindly at the black night for three heavy hours. lion and human.

The fountain in the village flowed unseen and unheard. as the driven slave and the yoked ox may. the figure on the Cross might have come down. In the village. the grey water of both began to be ghostly in the light. and the stone faces crimsoned.A Tale of Two Cities to the hushing dust on all the roads. and poured its radiance over the hill. taxers and taxed were fast asleep. The carol of the birds was loud and high. Dreaming. of banquets. The burial-place had got to the pass that its little heaps of poor grass were undistinguishable from one another. the nearest stone face seemed to stare 223 of 670 . and. and were fed and freed. perhaps. and the fountain at the chateau dropped unseen and unheard—both melting away. the water of the chateau fountain seemed to turn to blood. on the weather-beaten sill of the great window of the bed. like the minutes that were falling from the spring of Time— through three dark hours. Lighter and lighter. Then. In the glow.chamber of Monsieur the Marquis. and the eyes of the stone faces of the chateau were opened. its lean inhabitants slept soundly. one little bird sang its sweetest song with all its might. until at last the sun touched the tops of the still trees. At this. for anything that could be seen of it. and of ease and rest. as the starved usually do.

the led cow. In the church and at the Cross. men and women there. now. to dig and delve. the lonely boar-spears and knives of the chase had been reddened as of old. doors and windows were thrown open. Then began the rarely lightened toil of the day among the village population. and movement began in the village. some. a kneeling figure or two. 224 of 670 . men and women here. to such pasture as could be found by the roadside. dogs pulled hard at their chains. Casement windows opened. and reared impatient to be loosed. as yet. to see to the poor live stock. to the fields. The chateau awoke later. First. and. Some. and people came forth shivering—chilled. had gleamed trenchant in the morning sunshine. and lead the bony cows out. by the new sweet air. but awoke gradually and surely. attendant on the latter prayers. the sun was full up. crazy doors were unbarred. with open mouth and dropped under-jaw. trying for a breakfast among the weeds at its foot. Now. as became its quality. leaves sparkled and rustled at iron-grated windows. looked awe-stricken. then. to the fountain.A Tale of Two Cities amazed. horses in their stables looked round over their shoulders at the light and freshness pouring in at doorways.

and the return of morning. down the hill. hastily brought in and tethered to anything that would hold them.A Tale of Two Cities All these trivial incidents belonged to the routine of life. already at work on the hill-top beyond the village. nor the quick saddling of horses and riding away? What winds conveyed this hurry to the grizzled mender of roads. nor the booting and tramping here and there and everywhere. the mender of roads ran. and never stopped till he got to the fountain. were looking stupidly on. and whispering low. on the sultry morning. with his day’s dinner (not much to carry) lying in a bundle that it was worth no crow’s while to peck at. dropped one over him as they sow chance seeds? Whether or no. nor the hurried figures on the terrace. The led cows. which they had picked up in their interrupted saunter. All the people of the village were at the fountain. not so the ringing of the great bell of the chateau. as if for his life. nor the running up and down the stairs. knee-high in dust. and some of those of the posting-house. Surely. carrying some grains of it to a distance. on a heap of stones? Had the birds. but showing no other emotions than grim curiosity and surprise. standing about in their depressed manner. Some of the people of the chateau. and all the taxing 225 of 670 . or lying down chewing the cud of nothing particularly repaying their trouble.

on which was scrawled: ‘Drive him fast to his tomb.A Tale of Two Cities authorities. like a new version of the German ballad of Leonora? It portended that there was one stone face too many. and petrified. It was like a fine mask. It lay back on the pillow of Monsieur the Marquis. was a knife. suddenly startled. Already. and was smiting himself in the breast with his blue cap.’ 226 of 670 . that was highly fraught with nothing. and what portended the swift hoisting-up of Monsieur Gabelle behind a servant on horseback. the mender of roads had penetrated into the midst of a group of fifty particular friends. were armed more or less. This. from Jacques. and were crowded on the other side of the little street in a purposeless way. the stone face for which it had waited through about two hundred years. made angry. and the conveying away of the said Gabelle (double-laden though the horse was). at a gallop. The Gorgon had surveyed the building again in the night. up at the chateau. Round its hilt was a frill of paper. and had added the one stone face wanting. Driven home into the heart of the stone figure attached to it. What did all this portend.

he would have been a Professor. and no ruined nobility had dropped out of Tellson’s ledgers. and Mr. As a tutor. he was a Tutor. He was well acquainted. in that age. were not yet of the Teacher class. and render them into sound English. Charles Darnay was established in England as a higher teacher of the French language who was conversant with French literature. and he cultivated a taste for its stores of knowledge and fancy. and as an elegant translator who brought something to his work besides mere dictionary knowledge. Such masters were not at that time easily found. and Kings that were to be. with the circumstances of his country.A Tale of Two Cities X Two Promises More months. In this age. more-over. and those were of ever227 of 670 . had come and gone. to the number of twelve. Darnay soon became known and encouraged. Princes that had been. young Mr. to turn cooks and carpenters. He could write of them. whose attainments made the student’s way unusually pleasant and profitable. He read with young men who could find any leisure and interest for the study of a living tongue spoken all over the world. besides. in sound English.

the world of a man has invariably gone one way—Charles Darnay’s way—the way of the love of a woman. nor to lie on beds of roses. and he found it. Now. He had loved Lucie Manette from the hour of his danger. instead of conveying Greek and Latin through the Custom-house. and did it and made the best of it. A certain portion of his time was passed at Cambridge. He had expected labour. he had never seen a face so tenderly beautiful. where he read with undergraduates as a sort of tolerated smuggler who drove a contraband trade in European languages. if he had had any such exalted expectation. In this. he would not have prospered. his prosperity consisted.A Tale of Two Cities growing interest. he had expected neither to walk on pavements of gold. In London. to these days when it is mostly winter in fallen latitudes. he prospered. as hers when it was confronted with his own on the edge of the grave that had been dug 228 of 670 . from the days when it was always summer in Eden. The rest of his time he passed in London. So. with great perseverance and untiring industry. He had never heard a sound so sweet and dear as the sound of her compassionate voice.

strength of resolution. had been gradually restored to him. In his recovered energy he was sometimes a little fitful and sudden. disclosed to her the state of his heart. by so much as a single spoken word. dusty roads—the solid stone chateau which had itself become the mere mist of a dream—had been done a year. But. lately arrived in London from his college occupation. 229 of 670 . He was now a very energetic man indeed. as he had at first been in the exercise of his other recovered faculties. bent on seeking an opportunity of opening his mind to Doctor Manette. He found the Doctor reading in his arm-chair at a window. That he had his reasons for this. he knew full well. he turned into the quiet corner in Soho. the assassination at the deserted chateau far away beyond the heaving water and the long. tong. and he had never yet. and he knew Lucie to be out with Miss Pross. It was the close of the summer day. and had grown more and more rare.A Tale of Two Cities for him. he had not yet spoken to her on the subject. this had never been frequently observable. but. The energy which had at once supported him under his old sufferings and aggravated their sharpness. and vigour of action. It was again a summer day when. with great firmness of purpose.

Stryver and Sydney Carton were both here yesterday. as he stopped short. Doctor Manette. and both made you out to be more than due. To him. though very warmly as to the Doctor. now entered Charles Darnay. ‘I have had the happiness. ‘and your return will delight us all. Mr.’ ‘Doctor Manette. ‘for some year and a 230 of 670 . We have been counting on your return these three or four days past.A Tale of Two Cities He studied much. and was equably cheerful.’ said the Doctor. with evident constraint.’ There was a blank silence. ‘Yes?’ said the Doctor. but will soon be home. She has gone out on some household matters. ‘Bring your chair here. a little coldly as to them.’ ‘I am obliged to them for their interest in the matter. slept little.’ He complied as to the chair. I knew she was from home. but appeared to find the speaking on less easy. at sight of whom he laid aside his book and held out his hand.’ he answered.’ so he at length began. and speak on. to beg to speak to you. ‘Charles Darnay! I rejoice to see you. I took the opportunity of her being from home. sustained a great deal of fatigue with ease. of being so intimate here. ‘Miss Manette—‘ ‘Is well.

There was another blank silence before her father rejoined: ‘I believe it.’ His constraint was so manifest. too. view. how earnestly I feel it. that Charles Darnay hesitated. When he had kept it so a little while.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. and it was so manifest. half. and the hopes and fears 231 of 670 . he said. and edit PDF. true homage. ‘Shall I go on.’ ‘It is a tone of fervent admiration. I believe it.’ ‘You anticipate what I would say. Download the free trial version. and deep love. that I hope the topic on which I am about to touch may not—‘ He was stayed by the Doctor’s putting out his hand to stop him. It is very hard for me to hear her spoken of in that tone of yours. Doctor Manette!’ he said deferentially. sir?’ Another blank. go on.’ ‘It is hard for me to speak of her at any time. drawing it back: ‘Is Lucie the topic?’ ‘She is. I do you justice. without knowing my secret heart. ‘Yes. Charles Darnay. though you cannot know how earnestly I say it. that it originated in an unwillingness to approach the subject.

sir! Let that be! I adjure you.A Tale of Two Cities and anxieties with which it has long been laden. that it rang in Charles Darnay’s ears long after he had ceased. and remained silent. let your old love speak for me!’ The Doctor sat with his face turned away. ‘I ask your pardon. I love her. but did not look at him. ‘I do not doubt your loving Lucie. hurriedly. If ever there were love in the world. he stretched out his hand again. do not recall that!’ His cry was so like a cry of actual pain. you may be satisfied of it. He motioned with the hand he had extended. I love your daughter fondly. disinterestedly. and his white hair overshadowed his face: ‘Have you spoken to Lucie?’ ‘No. or raise his eyes. At the last words. dearly. in a subdued tone.’ said the Doctor. His chin dropped upon his hand.’ He turned towards him in his chair. You have loved yourself. after some moments. The latter so received it. devotedly. and cried: ‘Not that. and his eyes bent on the ground. and it seemed to be an appeal to Darnay to pause. Dear Doctor Manette.’ ‘Nor written?’ 232 of 670 .

but his eyes did not go with it. as in her childhood she had no parent. 233 of 670 . the hands of baby. united to the trustfulness and attachment of the early days in which you were lost to her. girl. I know that when she is clinging to you. you could hardly be invested. mingled with the affection and duty of a daughter who has become a woman.’ ‘It would be ungenerous to affect not to know that your self-denial is to be referred to your consideration for her father. there is. ‘how can I fail to know. that it can have few parallels. that between you and Miss Manette there is an affection so unusual. so she is now devoted to you with all the constancy and fervour of her present years and character. so touching. and woman. I know.’ said Darnay. Doctor Manette. Doctor Manette—how can I fail to know—that. I who have seen you together from day to day. all the love and reliance of infancy itself. I know that. I know perfectly well that if you had been restored to her from the world beyond this life.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Never. Her father thanks you. even in the tenderness between a father and child. so belonging to the circumstances in which it has been nurtured. ‘I know. in her heart. with a more sacred character than that in which you are always with her. in her sight. towards you. respectfully. He offered his hand.

I have felt. His breathing was a little quickened. I must at any time put any separation between her and you. do not believe. are round your neck. I know that in loving you she sees and loves her mother at her own age. as long as it was in the nature of man to do it. and forborne. is to touch your history with something not quite so good as itself. but he repressed all other signs of agitation.’ Her father sat silent. that to bring my love—even mine—between you. I have known this. I have forborne.’ ‘But. being one day so happy as to make her my wife. mournfully.’ answered her father. loves her mother broken-hearted. always knowing this.’ said Darnay. ‘that if my fortune were so cast as that. since I have known you in your home. ‘I have thought so before now. and do even now feel.A Tale of Two Cities all in one. I could or would breathe a word of what I now say. loves you through your dreadful trial and in your blessed restoration. with his face bent down. always seeing her and you with this hallowed light about you. I believe it. night and day. But I love her. Heaven is my witness that I love her!’ ‘I believe it. sees and loves you at my age. Besides that I should know it to 234 of 670 . ‘Dear Doctor Manette. upon whose ear the mournful voice struck with a reproachful sound.

like you. that I thank you with all my heart. and friend. like you. Answering the touch for a moment.’ His touch still lingered on her father’s hand. and will open 235 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities be hopeless. ‘No. ‘You speak so feelingly and so manfully. and trusting in a happier future. and being faithful to you to the death. and hidden in my heart—if it ever had been there—if it ever could be there—I could not now touch this honoured hand. I look only to sharing your fortunes. but to come in aid of it. her father rested his hands upon the arms of his chair. oppressions. harboured in my thoughts. a struggle with that occasional look which had a tendency in it to dark doubt and dread. striving to live away from it by my own exertions. I should know it to be a baseness. and bind her closer to you. A struggle was evidently in his face. sharing your life and home. a voluntary exile from France. but not coldly. and looked up for the first time since the beginning of the conference. If I had any such possibility. even at a remote distance of years. driven from it by its distractions. and miseries. if such a thing can be. dear Doctor Manette. Charles Darnay. Not to divide with Lucie her privilege as your child. Like you.’ He laid his own upon it as he spoke. companion.

on the other hand.’ ‘Do you seek any promise from me?’ ‘I do seek that. with my knowledge?’ ‘Not even so.’ ‘Is it the immediate object of this confidence.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘I well understand that. is involved in it?’ ‘I understand equally well. that a word from her father in any suitor’s favour. But I have thought it possible that you might have it in your power. I might not have the hopefulness to do it for weeks.A Tale of Two Cities all my heart—or nearly so. that you may at once ascertain that. I well understand that.’ ‘If that be so. without you.’ ‘Do you seek any guidance from me?’ ‘I ask none. if you should deem it right. even if Miss Manette held me at this moment in her innocent heart-do not think I have the presumption to assume so much— I could retain no place in it against her love for her father. Have you any reason to believe that Lucie loves you?’ ‘None. none. do you see what. to give me some. As yet. I could have no hope. I might (mistaken or not mistaken) have that hopefulness to-morrow. would outweigh herself and all the 236 of 670 . sir.

‘I would not ask that word.’ ‘I am sure of it. Mr. ‘Is sought by any other suitor?’ ‘It is what I meant to say. For which reason. You want a promise from me.’ said Darnay. as well as out of wide division.’ ‘It is. likely. I can make no guess at the state of her heart. in this one respect. Charles Darnay.’ ‘Or both. her father supplied the rest. occasionally. If it be at all. such a confidence as I have ventured to lay before you. modestly but firmly. you will bear testimony to what I have said. My daughter Lucie is. if you think she is—’ As he hesitated. Stryver is here too. Carton here.’ ‘May I ask. Tell me what it is.A Tale of Two Cities world. and difficult to penetrate.’ Her father considered a little before he answered: ‘You have seen Mr. as to urge no influence 237 of 670 . mysteries arise out of close love. I hope you may be able to think so well of me. sir. to save my life. and to your belief in it. Doctor Manette. yourself. that if Miss Manette should bring to you at any time.’ said Darnay. on her own part. ‘I had not thought of both. in the former case. I should not think either. they are subtle and delicate. such a mystery to me. it can only be by one of these.

I will observe immediately. I believe your object to be. She is everything to me. the ties between me and my other and far dearer self. and so strange his fixed look when he had ceased to speak. more to me than suffering. I will give her to you. I believe your intention is to perpetuate. their hands were joined as the Doctor spoke: ‘—any fancies. The condition on which I ask it. this is what I ask. ‘without any condition. that Darnay felt his own hand turn cold in the hand that slowly released and dropped it. any apprehensions. anything whatsoever.’ So strange was the way in which he faded into silence. purely and truthfully. against the man she really loved—the direct responsibility thereof not lying on his head—they should all be obliterated for her sake.A Tale of Two Cities against me. if there were—‘ The young man had taken his hand gratefully. I say nothing more of my stake in this. any reasons. more to me than wrong. and which you have an undoubted right to require.’ ‘I give the promise. as you have stated it. 238 of 670 . new or old. more to me—Well! This is idle talk. If she should ever tell me that you are essential to her perfect happiness. and not to weaken. If there were—Charles Darnay.’ said the Doctor.

A Tale of Two Cities ‘You said something to me. I wish to tell you what that is. ‘I wish it. breaking into a smile. for another instant. you shall tell me on your marriage morning.’ said Doctor Manette. though but slightly changed from my mother’s. that I may the better deserve your confidence. my own. She will be home directly. is not. until he remembered having spoken of a condition. if Lucie should love you. not now. ‘Give me your hand.’ ‘Stop!’ said the Doctor of Beauvais. he answered: ‘Your confidence in me ought to be returned with full confidence on my part. as you will remember. and have no secret from you. ‘What was it you said to me?’ He was at a loss how to answer. the Doctor even had his two hands at his ears. Do you promise?’ ‘Willingly.’ ‘Stop!’ For an instant. If your suit should prosper. even had his two hands laid on Darnay’s lips. and it is better she should not see us together to-night. and why I am in England. ‘Tell me when I ask you. Relieved as his mind reverted to that. Go! God bless you!’ 239 of 670 . My present name.

and tapped at his door. Passing lightly across the intermediate room. He slept heavily. The noise ceased at the sound of her voice. 240 of 670 . were all as usual. ‘What shall I do! What shall I do!’ Her uncertainty lasted but a moment. with her blood all chilled. and it was an hour later and darker when Lucie came home. crying to herself. ‘My father!’ she called to him.A Tale of Two Cities It was dark when Charles Darnay left him. but she heard a low hammering sound in his bedroom. she hurried into the room alone— for Miss Pross had gone straight up-stairs—and was surprised to find his readingchair empty. She came down from her bed. she looked in at his door and came running back frightened. and his tray of shoemaking tools. and softly called to him. ‘Father dear!’ Nothing was said in answer. to look at him in his sleep that night. she hurried back. and he presently came out to her. and they walked up and down together for a long time. and his old unfinished work.

to his jackal. as he now pulled his turban off and threw it into the basin in which he had steeped it at intervals for the last six hours. I have something to say to you. or morning. everything was got rid of until November should come with its fogs atmospheric. and the night before that. Stryver’s papers before the setting in of the long vacation.’ Sydney had been working double tides that night. Stryver. and fogs legal. and bring grist to the mill again. and a good many nights in succession. It had taken a deal of extra wettowelling to pull him through the night. and he was in a very damaged condition. making a grand clearance among Mr. 241 of 670 .’ said Mr. on that self-same night. The clearance was effected at last.A Tale of Two Cities XI A Companion Picture ‘Sydney. the Stryver arrears were handsomely fetched up. Sydney was none the livelier and none the soberer for so much application. a correspondingly extra quantity of wine had preceded the towelling. ‘mix another bowl of punch. and the night before.

if you want me to guess. look here! I am going to tell you something that will rather surprise you.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Are you mixing that other bowl of punch?’ said Stryver the portly.’ returned Sydney.’ ‘DO you?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘I am not going to guess.’ ‘Now. I intend to marry. ‘And you. And not for money. said Stryver. because you are such an insensible dog. busy concocting the punch. and that perhaps will make you think me not quite as shrewd as you usually do think me. with his hands in his waistband. you must ask me to dinner. What do you say now?’ ‘I don’t feel disposed to say much. I’ll tell you.’ ‘Do I know her?’ ‘Guess. ‘Sydney. ‘I am. I rather despair of making myself intelligible to you. glancing round from the sofa where he lay on his back. with my brains frying and sputtering in my head.’ ‘Well then. Who is she?’ ‘Guess. at five o’clock in the morning. coming slowly into a sitting posture. ‘are such a sensitive and poetical spirit—‘ 242 of 670 .

I mean I am a man of more— more—‘ ‘Say gallantry. if you mean that. upon my life and soul. who takes more pains to be agreeable. ‘No.’ suggested Carton. ‘Well! I’ll say gallantry. Why. laughing boastfully. Download the free trial version. or more than I have. ‘who cares more to be agreeable. I have been ashamed of you. view.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. I have been ashamed of your moroseness there! Your manners have been of that silent and sullen and hangdog kind. ‘Come!’ rejoined Stryver. My meaning is that I am a man. shaking his head in his bullying way.’ said Stryver.’ said Sydney Carton.’ ‘I don’t mean that.’ said Stryver. than you do. inflating himself at his friend as he made the punch. while you are about it. in a woman’s society. that. but before I go on. who knows better how to be agreeable.’ ‘Go on. ‘though I don’t prefer any claim to being the soul of Romance (for I hope I know better). and edit PDF. I’ll have this out with you. still I am a tenderer sort of fellow than YOU. Sydney!’ 243 of 670 .’ ‘You are a luckier. You’ve been at Doctor Manette’s house as much as I have.

delivered in no very soothing tone. ‘I do it because it’s politic.A Tale of Two Cities ‘It should be very beneficial to a man in your practice at the bar. squaring himself. ‘You have no business to be incorrigible.’ returned Sydney. Sydney. ‘I wish you would keep to that.’ ‘You don’t get on with your account of your matrimonial intentions. ‘you ought to be much obliged to me. to be ashamed of anything. I do it on principle. And look at me! I get on. ‘Look at me!’ said Stryver.’ ‘You shall not get off in that way. ‘no. shouldering the rejoinder at him.’ was his friend’s answer.’ muttered Carton. being more independent in circumstances.’ rejoined Stryver. As to me—will you never understand that I am incorrigible?’ He asked the question with some appearance of scorn. and laughed.’ answered Carton. it’s my duty to tell you—and I tell you to your face to do you good— that you are a devilish ill-conditioned fellow in that sort of society. with a careless air. You are a disagreeable fellow. ‘I have less need to make myself agreeable than you have. 244 of 670 . Why do I do it?’ ‘I never saw you do it yet.’ Sydney drank a bumper of the punch he had made.

I might have been a little resentful of your employing such a designation. Sydney. who had no eye for pictures: or of a piece of music of mine.’ said Mr. ‘You made mention of the young lady as a goldenhaired doll.’ ‘I did?’ ‘Certainly. ‘Who is the lady?’ ‘Now.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I have no business to be. because you once mentioned the young lady to me in slighting terms. and in these chambers. therefore I am no more annoyed when I think of the expression.’ said Sydney Carton. don’t let my announcement of the name make you uncomfortable. at all. You want that sense altogether. that I know of.’ Sydney Carton looked at his punch and looked at his complacent friend. drank his punch and looked at his complacent friend. who had no ear for music. and if you meant it all. than I should be annoyed by a man’s opinion of a picture of mine. If you had been a fellow of any sensitiveness or delicacy of feeling in that kind of way. Stryver. Sydney. it would be of no importance. ‘because I know you don’t mean half you say.’ 245 of 670 . I make this little preface. but you are not. The young lady is Miss Manette. preparing him with ostentatious friendliness for the disclosure he was about to make.

drank it by bumpers. ‘Why should I not approve?’ ‘Well!’ said his friend Stryver.’ said Mr.A Tale of Two Cities Sydney Carton drank the punch at a great rate. Syd. and a man of some distinction: it is a piece of good fortune for her. Sydney. looking at his friend. to be sure. Stryver. Yes. still drinking the punch. ‘you take it more easily than I fancied you would. rejoined. still drinking the punch. I feel that it is a pleasant thing for a man to have a home when he feels inclined to go to it (when he doesn’t. Are you astonished?’ Carton. he can stay away). and are less mercenary on my behalf than I thought you would be. and I feel that Miss Manette will tell 246 of 670 . with no other as a change from it. I think I can afford to please myself. rejoined. ‘Now you know all about it. and a rapidly rising man. but she is worthy of good fortune. and I have made up my mind to please myself: on the whole. though. ‘Why should I be astonished?’ ‘You approve?’ Carton. I have had enough of this style of life. ‘I don’t care about fortune: she is a charming creature. She will have in me a man already pretty well off. you know well enough by this time that your ancient chum is a man of a pretty strong will.

look it in the face. or lodging-letting way— and marry her. Provide somebody to take care of you.’ The prosperous patronage with which he said it. and four times as offensive. I want to say a word to YOU about YOUR prospects. in my different way. 247 of 670 . I have looked it in the face. You don’t know the value of money. ‘Now. So I have made up my mind. old boy. and will always do me credit.A Tale of Two Cities well in any station.’ said Sydney.’ pursued Stryver. Now think of it. you live hard. And now. and be ill and poor. made him look twice as big as he was. you know. Sydney.’ ‘I’ll think of it. nor understanding of it. you. nor tact for it. you’ll knock up one of these days. Marry. Find out somebody. you really ought to think about a nurse. Never mind your having no enjoyment of women’s society. ‘to look it in the face. you really are in a bad way. Find out some respectable woman with a little property— somebody in the landlady way. in your different way. let me recommend you. You are in a bad way. Sydney. That’s the kind of thing for YOU. against a rainy day.

After trying it. 248 of 670 . he came to the conclusion that it would be as well to get all the preliminaries done with. Stryver having made up his mind to that magnanimous bestowal of good fortune on the Doctor’s daughter. resolved to make her happiness known to her before he left town for the Long Vacation. was satisfied that no plainer case could be. Argued with the jury on substantial worldly grounds—the only grounds ever worth taking into account— it was a plain case. After some mental debating of the point. C. there was no getting over his evidence. and they could then arrange at their leisure whether he should give her his hand a week or two before Michaelmas Term. As to the strength of his case. He called himself for the plaintiff. J.. the counsel for the defendant threw up his brief. he had not a doubt about it. Stryver. and had not a weak spot in it. but clearly saw his way to the verdict. or in the little Christmas vacation between it and Hilary. and the jury did not even turn to consider.A Tale of Two Cities XII The Fellow of Delicacy Mr.

to Ranelagh. might have seen how safe and strong he was. it entered Mr. So. Stryver inaugurated the Long Vacation with a formal proposal to take Miss Manette to Vauxhall Gardens. to the jostlement of all weaker people. 249 of 670 . His way taking him past Tellson’s. and reveal to Mr. with perpendicular iron bars to his window as if that were ruled for figures too. it behoved him to present himself in Soho. and there declare his noble mind. and shouldered himself into the musty back closet where Mr. stumbled down the two steps. Stryver shouldered his way from the Temple. that unaccountably failing too. Lorry sat at great books ruled for figures. Mr. while the bloom of the Long Vacation’s infancy was still upon it. that failing. Stryver’s mind to enter the bank. Anybody who had seen him projecting himself into Soho while he was yet on Saint Dunstan’s side of Temple Bar. Towards Soho. therefore. Lorry as the intimate friend of the Manettes. Lorry the brightness of the Soho horizon. and he both banking at Tellson’s and knowing Mr. Mr. and everything under the clouds were a sum. bursting in his fullblown way along the pavement.A Tale of Two Cities Accordingly. he pushed open the door with the weak rattle in its throat. got past the two ancient cashiers.

no. this is a private visit to yourself. Mr. Stryver?’ asked Mr. ‘Why. sir?’ and shook hands. ‘Can I do anything for you. He shook in a self-abnegating way. I have come for a private word. thank you. lowered displeased.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Halloa!’ said Mr. ‘How do you do? I hope you are well!’ It was Stryver’s grand peculiarity that he always seemed too big for any place. or space. that old clerks in distant corners looked up with looks of remonstrance. always to be seen in any clerk at Tellson’s who shook hands with a customer when the House pervaded the air. 250 of 670 . ‘How do you do. Stryver? How do you do. The House itself. as if the Stryver head had been butted into its responsible waistcoat. Stryver. in his business character. bending down his ear.’ ‘Oh indeed!’ said Mr. Mr. Mr. There was a peculiarity in his manner of shaking hands. magnificently reading the paper quite in the far-off perspective. Lorry said. while his eye strayed to the House afar off. Lorry. as one who shook for Tellson and Co. He was so much too big for Tellson’s. Lorry. as though he squeezed them against the wall. Lorry. The discreet Mr. in a sample tone of the voice he would recommend under the circumstances.

although it was a large double one. my meaning is everything you could desire. drawing back. slapping the desk with his contentious hand. and bit the feather of a pen. Stryver. as if he were compelled against his will to add. sir? What may your meaning be. ‘Oh dear you. rubbing his chin. internally. Lorry?’ ‘My meaning. Lorry. friendly and appreciative. ‘you know there really is so much too much of you!’ ‘Well!’ said Stryver. Lorry. and taking a long breath. I’ll be hanged!’ Mr. ‘is. ‘Oh dear me. Stryver—’ Mr. there appeared to be not half desk enough for him: ‘I am going to make an offer of myself in marriage to your agreeable little friend.’ said Mr. and shook his head at him in the oddest manner. you know. Lorry paused. ‘if I understand you. and looking at his visitor dubiously.’ ‘Oh dear me!’ cried Mr. sir?’ repeated Stryver. Lorry adjusted his little wig at both ears as a means towards that end. Lorry. Mr.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I am going. and— in short. 251 of 670 . Mr.’ answered the man of business. But—really. Mr. opening his eyes wider. Mr. leaning his arms confidentially on the desk: whereupon. and that it does you the greatest credit. Miss Manette. of course.

Mr. you are prosperous. Lorry?’ demanded Stryver. ‘You are a man of business and bound to have a reason. perceptibly crestfallen. delighted to be able to make another admission. ‘If you say eligible. Lorry. ‘And advancing?’ ‘If you come to advancing you know. State your reason. ‘Well! I—Were you going there now?’ asked Mr.’ said Mr. you’re eligible!’ said Mr.’ ‘Then what on earth is your meaning. staring at him. Oh yes. sir!’ said Stryver.’ forensically shaking a forefinger at him.’ ‘Why?’ said Stryver. with a plump of his fist on the desk. ‘Then I think I wouldn’t. ‘am I not eligible?’ ‘Oh dear yes! Yes. Lorry. Lorry. ‘Now. ‘Straight!’ said Stryver. I’ll put you in a corner.A Tale of Two Cities ‘D—n it all. Why wouldn’t you go?’ 252 of 670 . ‘Oh! if you come to prosperous. if I was you. Lorry. ‘nobody can doubt that. you are eligible.’ said Mr.’ ‘Am I not prosperous?’ asked Stryver.

squaring his elbows. Lorry. ‘the young lady. mildly tapping the Stryver arm.’ ‘Then you mean to tell me.’ said Mr. Mr. and glanced at the angry Stryver. ‘I wouldn’t go on such an object without having some cause to believe that I should succeed. ‘Here’s a man of business—a man of years—a man of experience— IN a Bank. ‘that I will hear no disrespectful 253 of 670 . my good sir. I speak of success with the young lady. ‘and having summed up three leading reasons for complete success. he says there’s no reason at all! Says it with his head on!’ Mr.’ said Mr.’ said Stryver. Stryver remarked upon the peculiarity as if it would have been infinitely less remarkable if he had said it with his head off. ‘but this beats everything. Lorry. Lorry glanced at the distant House. and when I speak of causes and reasons to make success probable.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Because. Mr.’ Mr. The young lady.’ said Stryver.’ said Mr. ‘that it is your deliberate opinion that the young lady at present in question is a mincing Fool?’ ‘Not exactly so. I mean to tell you. Lorry. Stryver. I speak of causes and reasons that will tell as such with the young lady. The young lady goes before all.’ ‘D—n ME!’ cried Stryver. Lorry. reddening. ‘When I speak of success.

Lorry. not even Tellson’s should prevent my giving him a piece of my mind. and you have repeated it correctly. Lorry. You deliberately advise me not to go up to Soho and offer myself—MYself. Mr. Stryver?’ ‘Yes. He broke the awkward silence by saying: ‘This is something new to me. and whose temper was so overbearing.’ Mr. Then I give it. ‘Pray let there be no mistake about it. ‘That is what I mean to tell you. and then stood hitting a tune out of his teeth with it. Lorry’s veins. and that if I knew any man—which I hope I do not— whose taste was so coarse. Stryver of the King’s Bench bar?’ ‘Do you ask me for my advice. which probably gave him the toothache. Stryver sucked the end of a ruler for a little while. sir.’ 254 of 670 . Mr. that he could not restrain himself from speaking disrespectfully of that young lady at this desk. methodical as their courses could usually be. I do. were in no better state now it was his turn. Mr.’ said Mr.’ ‘Very good.’ The necessity of being angry in a suppressed tone had put Mr.A Tale of Two Cities word of that young lady from any lips. Stryver’s blood-vessels into a dangerous state when it was his turn to be angry.

I can only find it for myself. The confidence is not of my seeking. Stryver. Mr. ‘And all I can say of it is. whistling. you suppose mincing bread-and-butter nonsense. Now. ‘that this—ha. ‘I will not—not even at Tellson’s— have it characterised for me by any gentleman breathing.’ laughed Stryver with a vexed laugh. who is the trusted friend of Miss Manette and of her father too.’ ‘Now understand me. quickly flushing again. ha!—beats everything past. Download the free trial version. recollect. Stryver. sir. view. ‘As a man of business. ‘Granted. Well.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. as a man of business. and to come. But. for. I was about to say:—it might be painful to you to find yourself mistaken. I dare say. present. but you are right. Lorry. I claim to characterise for myself—And understand me. ‘I can’t undertake to find third parties in common sense. I have spoken. you think I may not be right?’ ‘Not I!’ said Stryver.’ ‘What I suppose.’ said Mr. It’s new to me. I suppose sense in certain quarters. I know nothing of it. who has carried Miss Manette in his arms. I am not justified in saying anything about this matter. it might be painful to Doctor Manette to have 255 of 670 . Mr.’ pursued Mr. Lorry. and who has a great affection for them both.’ ‘There! I beg your pardon!’ said Stryver. and edit PDF. Thank you. as an old fellow.

’ said Stryver: ‘I won’t go up there now.A Tale of Two Cities the task of being explicit with you. You know the terms upon which I have the honour and happiness to stand with the family. and it should be what it now is. I say yes. and come to your chambers afterwards. on the other hand. I could go to Soho in the evening. If you should then be dissatisfied with it. that to stand up against it bowing behind the two counters. if. you should be satisfied with it. and I shall expect you to look in to-night.’ ‘Then I say yes. representing you in no way. you can but test its soundness for yourself. required the utmost remaining strength of the 256 of 670 . Stryver turned and burst out of the Bank. committing you in no way. causing such a concussion of air on his passage through. If you please. Good morning. it might be very painful to Miss Manette to have the task of being explicit with you. I am not so hot upon it as that comes to.’ Then Mr. it may spare all sides what is best spared. What do you say?’ ‘How long would you keep me in town?’ ‘Oh! It is only a question of a few hours. I will undertake to correct my advice by the exercise of a little new observation and judgment expressly brought to bear upon it.

He even showed surprise when he saw Mr. when it was down. seemed to have nothing less on his mind than the subject of the morning. ‘And now. Lorry called that night as late as ten o’clock. ‘You shall not put me in the wrong. he got it down. Stryver. Stryver. The barrister was keen enough to divine that the banker would not have gone so far in his expression of opinion on any less solid ground than moral certainty. Unprepared as he was for the large pill he had to swallow.’ said Mr.’ It was a bit of the art of an Old Bailey tactician. ‘I’ll do that for you. Stryver. still to keep on bowing in the empty office until they bowed another customer in. to put you all in the wrong. in which he found great relief. Those venerable and feeble persons were always seen by the public in the act of bowing. is.A Tale of Two Cities two ancient clerks. when they had bowed a customer out. Mr. 257 of 670 . Lorry. and was altogether in an absent and preoccupied state. shaking his forensic forefinger at the Temple in general.’ Accordingly. when Mr. ‘my way out of this.’ said Mr. and were popularly believed. young lady. among a quantity of books and papers littered out for the purpose.

Lorry urged. Stryver. because it would have been a bad thing for me in a 258 of 670 . Young women have committed similar follies often before. ‘No it doesn’t. and a laudable ambition where there is not a laudable ambition. no matter.’ ‘I assure you.’ ‘To Soho?’ repeated Mr. Having supposed that there was sense where there is no sense.’ Mr.’ returned Mr.’ said Mr. ‘I have been to Soho. and have repented them in poverty and obscurity often before. Stryver. to be sure! What am I thinking of!’ ‘And I have no doubt. ‘I dare say not. Lorry.’ ‘I don’t understand you. nodding his head in a smoothing and final way.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Well!’ said that good-natured emissary. I am sorry that the thing is dropped. In an unselfish aspect. ‘that I was right in the conversation we had.’ ‘But it does matter. Lorry. ‘Oh. I assure you it doesn’t. in the friendliest way. and no harm is done. after a full halfhour of bootless attempts to bring him round to the question.’ said Mr. and I reiterate my advice.’ rejoined Stryver. I know this must always be a sore subject with the family. ‘no matter. and sorry for it on the poor father’s account. I am well out of my mistake. My opinion is confirmed. coldly. let us say no more about it. ‘that I am sorry for it on your account.

Lorry was so taken aback. I regret it on account of others. you must not expect to do it. or you will always be disappointed. I have not proposed to the young lady. Stryver shouldering him towards the door. Lorry. ‘Make the best of it. forbearance. and goodwill. you know the young lady better than I do. between ourselves. Now. and for giving me your advice. because it would have been a bad thing for me in a worldly point of view— it is hardly necessary to say I could have gained nothing by it. I am by no means certain.’ Mr. you were right. and. my dear sir. good night!’ 259 of 670 . in a selfish aspect. that he looked quite stupidly at Mr.’ said Stryver. I tell you. ‘say no more about it. pray say no more about it. Mr. There is no harm at all done. I am glad that the thing has dropped. you cannot control the mincing vanities and giddinesses of empty-headed girls. that I ever should have committed myself to that extent. thank you again for allowing me to sound you. on his erring head. but I am satisfied on my own account. it never would have done.A Tale of Two Cities worldly point of view. on reflection. And I am really very much obliged to you for allowing me to sound you. with an appearance of showering generosity.

A Tale of Two Cities Mr. winking at his ceiling. Lorry was out in the night. 260 of 670 . Stryver was lying back on his sofa. before he knew where he was. Mr.

Of late. many a dreary daybreak revealed his solitary figure lingering there. as perhaps the quiet time brought some sense of better things. into his mind. He had been there often. When he cared to talk. Many a night he vaguely and unhappily wandered there. was very rarely pierced by the light within him. and still lingering there when the first beams of the sun brought into strong relief. the cloud of caring for nothing. And yet he did care something for the streets that environed that house.A Tale of Two Cities XIII The Fellow of No Delicacy If Sydney Carton ever shone anywhere. which overshadowed him with such a fatal darkness. and often when he had thrown himself upon it no 261 of 670 . and had always been the same moody and morose lounger there. the neglected bed in the Temple Court had known him more scantily than ever. he certainly never shone in the house of Doctor Manette. and for the senseless stones that made their pavements. he talked well. during a whole year. removed beauties of architecture in spires of churches and lofty buildings. but. else forgotten and unattainable. when wine had brought no transitory gladness to him.

He was shown up-stairs. and found Lucie at her work. when Mr. From being irresolute and purposeless. But. Mr. and when the sight and scent of flowers in the City streets had some waifs of goodness in them for the worst. such profligates?’ ‘Is it not—forgive me. Stryver (after notifying to his jackal that ‘he had thought better of that marrying matter’) had carried his delicacy into Devonshire. looking up at his face in the interchange of the first few common-places. ‘I fear you are not well. On a day in August. and received him with some little embarrassment as he seated himself near her table. they took him to the Doctor’s door. alone. of health for the sickliest. and of youth for the oldest. Miss Manette. What is to be expected of. But the life I lead. I have begun the question on my lips—a pity to live no better life?’ 262 of 670 . and haunted that neighbourhood. or by. in the working out of that intention.A Tale of Two Cities longer than a few minutes. She had never been quite at her ease with him. Sydney’s feet still trod those stones. is not conducive to health. and. Carton!’ ‘No. she observed a change in it. he had got up again. his feet became animated by an intention.

Will you hear me?’ ‘If it will do you any good. There were tears in his voice too. and was much distressed.A Tale of Two Cities ‘God knows it is a shame!’ ‘Then why not change it?’ Looking gently at him again. I am like one who died young. He knew her to be so. and said: ‘Pray forgive me. and covered his eyes with his hand. ‘Don’t be afraid to hear me. she was surprised and saddened to see that there were tears in his eyes. Miss Manette. I break down before the knowledge of what I want to say to you. The table trembled in the silence that followed. She had never seen him softened. All my life might have been. and spoke steadily. it would make me very glad!’ ‘God bless you for your sweet compassion!’ He unshaded his face after a little while. Don’t shrink from anything I say. Mr. I shall sink lower. without looking at her.’ He leaned an elbow on her table. and be worse. I shall never be better than I am. as he answered: ‘It is too late for that. if it would make you happier. Carton.’ 263 of 670 .

Miss Manette.A Tale of Two Cities ‘No. Miss Manette.’ she modestly said. after a little hesitation. in spite of his happiness. and in earnest tears. drunken. blight you. much worthier of yourself. I am sure that you might be much.’ ‘Say of you. Carton? Can I not recall you— forgive me again!—to a better course? Can I in no way repay your confidence? I know this is a confidence. can I not save you.’ ‘Without it. Carton. that you could have returned the love of the man you see before yourself—flung away. wasted. I am sure that the best part of it might still be. I ask for none. Mr. pull you down with him. that he would bring you to misery. ‘I know you would say this to no one else. poor creature of misuse as you know him to be—he would have been conscious this day and hour. disgrace you. Mr. bring you to sorrow and repentance. I know very well that you can have no tenderness for me. ‘If it had been possible. He came to her relief with a fixed despair of himself which made the interview unlike any other that could have been holden. 264 of 670 . and although I know better—although in the mystery of my own wretched heart I know better—I shall never forget it!’ She was pale and trembling. I am even thankful that it cannot be.

all through it. and leaves the sleeper where he lay down. Carton?’ He shook his head. I have known myself to be quite undeserving. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh. heap of ashes that 265 of 670 . and fighting out the abandoned fight. ‘To none.A Tale of Two Cities Can I turn it to no good account for yourself. Miss Manette. to none. I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. and of this home made such a home by you. all you can ever do for me is done. and have still the weakness. I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again.’ ‘Will nothing of it remain? O Mr. has stirred old shadows that I thought had died out of me. that ends in nothing. beginning anew. In my degradation I have not been so degraded but that the sight of you with your father. And yet I have had the weakness. Mr. all a dream. If you will hear me through a very little more. shaking off sloth and sensuality. think again! Try again!’ ‘No. Carton. A dream. No. to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me. Miss Manette. that I thought were silent for ever. Since I knew you. but I wish you to know that you inspired it. and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward.

attributable to some influence of mine—this is what I mean. with all my heart. quickening nothing. for you would have reclaimed me. to have made you more unhappy than you were before you knew me— ‘ ‘Don’t say that. the remembrance that I opened my heart to you. with you.A Tale of Two Cities I am. Carton. most fervently. inseparable in its nature from myself.’ ‘Which I entreated you to believe. and that there was something left in me at this time which you could deplore and pity. at all events. however.’ ‘Since the state of your mind that you describe. last of all the world. was capable of better things. is. if anything could. again and again.’ ‘Since it is my misfortune. lighting nothing. if I can make it plain—can I use no influence to serve you? Have I no power for good. Carton!’ 266 of 670 . Let me carry through the rest of my misdirected life. You will not be the cause of my becoming worse. Miss Manette. doing no service. into fire—a fire. I have come here to realise. Mr. Miss Manette. Mr. at all?’ ‘The utmost good that I am capable of now. idly burning away.

and I promise to respect it. and faults. And again. ‘Entreat me to believe it no more. In the hour of my death. after an agitated pause. God bless you. and I know better. ‘the secret is yours. of my ever resuming this conversation by so much as a passing word. and moved towards the door. May it otherwise be light and happy!’ 267 of 670 .’ she answered. Miss Manette. I draw fast to an end. Download the free trial version. that the last confidence of my life was reposed in your pure and innocent breast. not mine. and that it lies there alone. view.’ ‘Not even by the dearest one ever to be known to you?’ ‘Mr. when I recall this day. and edit PDF. Will you let me believe. I will never refer to it again. I shall hold sacred the one good remembrance— and shall thank and bless you for it—that my last avowal of myself was made to you. and that my name. that could not be surer than it is henceforth. and miseries were gently carried in your heart.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. I have proved myself. ‘Be under no apprehension. If I were dead. and will be shared by no one?’ ‘If that will be a consolation to you. Miss Manette. I distress you.’ ‘Thank you. yes. Carton.’ He put her hand to his lips.

For you. that Lucie Manette wept mournfully for him as he stood looking back at her. I know. It is useless to say it. and it was so sad to think how much he had thrown away. within myself. Try to hold me in your mind. and how much he every day kept down and perverted. ‘I am not worth such feeling. I will relieve you of a visitor with whom I well know you have nothing in unison. than any wretch who creeps along the streets. I would do anything. at some quiet times. Be comforted! But. I shall always be. and the low companions and low habits that I scorn but yield to. is this. The last supplication but one I make to you.’ ‘I will. An hour or two hence. and for any dear to you. and with it. what I am now. will render me less worth such tears as those. Carton. and between whom and you there is an impassable space. I would embrace any sacrifice for you and for those dear to you. though outwardly I shall be what you have heretofore seen me. If my career were of that better kind that there was any opportunity or capacity of sacrifice in it. Mr.A Tale of Two Cities He was so unlike what he had ever shown himself to be. towards you. as 268 of 670 . ‘Be comforted!’ he said. but it rises out of my soul.’ ‘My last supplication of all. Miss Manette. that you will believe this of me. is.

A Tale of Two Cities ardent and sincere in this one thing. think now and then that there is a man who would give his life. ‘Farewell!’ said a last ‘God bless you!’ and left her. the time will not be long in coming. O Miss Manette. The time will come. to keep a life you love beside you!’ He said. when the little picture of a happy father’s face looks up in yours. when you see your own bright beauty springing up anew at your feet. 269 of 670 . when new ties will be formed about you—ties that will bind you yet more tenderly and strongly to the home you so adorn—the dearest ties that will ever grace and gladden you.

the other ever tending eastward from the sun. Brief as such companionship was in every separate instance. a vast number and variety of objects in movement were every day presented. Who could sit upon anything in Fleet-street during the busy hours of the day.A Tale of Two Cities XIV The Honest Tradesman To the eyes of Mr. one ever tending westward with the sun. like the heathen rustic who has for several centuries been on duty watching one stream— saving that Jerry had no expectation of their ever running dry. Cruncher sat watching the two streams. Cruncher never failed to 270 of 670 . Mr. sitting on his stool in Fleet-street with his grisly urchin beside him. Nor would it have been an expectation of a hopeful kind. Jeremiah Cruncher. both ever tending to the plains beyond the range of red and purple where the sun goes down! With his straw in his mouth. and not be dazed and deafened by two immense processions. Mr. since a small part of his income was derived from the pilotage of timid women (mostly of a full habit and past the middle term of life) from Tellson’s side of the tides to the opposite shore.

The elder gentleman took the cry 271 of 670 .’ said Mr.A Tale of Two Cities become so interested in the lady as to express a strong desire to have the honour of drinking her very good health. father!’ cried Young Jerry. ‘it’s a buryin’. Mr. sitting on a stool in a public place. It fell out that he was thus engaged in a season when crowds were few. but not being a poet. and mused in the sight of men. mused as little as possible. Cruncher made out that some kind of funeral was coming along.’ ‘Hooroar. turning to his offspring. Cruncher must have been ‘flopping’ in some pointed manner. that he recruited his finances. ‘Young Jerry. and that there was popular objection to this funeral. which engendered uproar. Time was. and when his affairs in general were so unprosperous as to awaken a strong suspicion in his breast that Mrs. when a poet sat upon a stool in a public place. and belated women few. Mr. Cruncher. as just now observed. attracted his attention. The young gentleman uttered this exultant sound with mysterious significance. And it was from the gifts bestowed upon him towards the execution of this benevolent purpose. Looking that way. Cruncher. when an unusual concourse pouring down Fleet-street westward. and looked about him.

Cruncher.’ His son obeyed. making grimaces at him. however. they were bawling and hissing round a dingy hearse and dingy mourning coach. surveying him. with an increasing rabble surrounding the coach. 272 of 670 .’ Young Jerry protested. or you shall feel some more of me. and look at the crowd. ‘I won’t have none of YOUR no harms. ‘Him and his hooroars! Don’t let me hear no more of you. and the crowd approached. and incessantly groaning and calling out: ‘Yah! Spies! Tst! Yaha! Spies!’ with many compliments too numerous and forcible to repeat. Cruncher. deriding him. D’ye hear?’ ‘I warn’t doing no harm. The position appeared by no means to please him. you young Rip? This boy is a getting too many for ME!’ said Mr. in which mourning coach there was only one mourner. and smote the young gentleman on the ear. Get a top of that there seat. dressed in the dingy trappings that were considered essential to the dignity of the position.’ said Mr. that he watched his opportunity. ‘What d’ye mean? What are you hooroaring at? What do you want to conwey to your own father. ‘Drop it then.A Tale of Two Cities so ill. rubbing his cheek.

is he?’ ‘Dead as mutton. a funeral with this uncommon attendance excited him greatly.’ said the man. Dead.’ returned his informant.’ returned the other. ‘Spies! Yaha! Tst. ‘Was He a spy?’ asked Mr. there! Spies! Pull ‘em out. Cruncher. when a funeral passed Tellson’s. and he asked of the first man who ran against him: ‘What is it. to be sure!’ exclaimed Jerry. tumbled against him. therefore. ‘Old Bailey spy. he always pricked up his senses. Cruncher. Have ‘em out.A Tale of Two Cities Funerals had at all times a remarkable attraction for Mr. ‘Spies! Yaha! Tst! Spies!’ He asked another man. clapping his hands to his mouth nevertheless. recalling the Trial at which he had assisted. ‘and can’t be too dead. ‘I’ve seen him. and became excited. and from this person he learned that the funeral was the funeral of one Roger Cly. and vociferating in a surprising heat and with the greatest ardour. there! Spies!’ 273 of 670 . brother? What’s it about?’ ‘I don’t know. tst! Spi—ies!’ At length. ‘Yaha! Tst! Yah! Old Bailey Spi—i—ies!’ ‘Why.’ returned the man. a person better informed on the merits of the case. Naturally. ‘Who is it?’ ‘I don’t know.

and to pull ‘em out. its being escorted to its destination amidst general rejoicing. that in another moment he was scouring away up a bye-street. when some brighter genius proposed instead. On the crowd’s opening the coach doors. 274 of 670 . while the tradesmen hurriedly shut up their shops. and loudly repeating the suggestion to have ‘em out. and the coach was immediately filled with eight inside and a dozen out. Among the first of these volunteers was Jerry Cruncher himself. white pocket-handkerchief.A Tale of Two Cities The idea was so acceptable in the prevalent absence of any idea. that the crowd caught it up with eagerness. and other symbolical tears. Practical suggestions being much needed. but he was so alert. the one mourner scuffled out of himself and was in their hands for a moment. hat. while as many people got on the roof of the hearse as could by any exercise of ingenuity stick upon it. mobbed the two vehicles so closely that they came to a stop. long hatband. the people tore to pieces and scattered far and wide with great enjoyment. was received with acclamation. and was a monster much dreaded. and made such good use of his time. too. this suggestion. They had already got the length of opening the hearse to take the coffin out. after shedding his cloak. for a crowd in those times stopped at nothing. These.

but. far off in the fields.A Tale of Two Cities who modestly concealed his spiky head from the observation of Tellson’s. pipe-smoking. The remodelled procession started. driving the mourning coach. and several voices remarking on the efficacy of cold immersion in bringing refractory members of the profession to reason. 275 of 670 . before the cavalcade had gone far down the Strand. with beer-drinking. under close inspection. Its destination was the old church of Saint Pancras. song-roaring. It got there in course of time. a popular street character of the time. finally. recruiting at every step. and all the shops shutting up before it. A bear-leader. who was perched beside him. the river being alarmingly near. Thus. the disorderly procession went its way. gave quite an Undertaking air to that part of the procession in which he walked. with a chimney-sweep driving the hearse—advised by the regular driver. and his bear. the protest was faint and brief. also attended by his cabinet minister. for the purpose—and with a pieman. and infinite caricaturing of woe. in the further corner of the mourning coach. The officiating undertakers made some protest against these changes in the ceremonies. who was black and very mangy. insisted on pouring into the burial-ground. was impressed as an additional ornament.

in the realisation of this fancy. and some area-railings had been torn up. and wreaking vengeance on them. a rumour got about that the Guards were coming. The place had a soothing influence on him. the crowd gradually melted away. Cruncher did not assist at the closing sports. Before this rumour. and perhaps the Guards came. At last. Chase was given to some scores of inoffensive persons who had never been near the Old Bailey in their lives.A Tale of Two Cities accomplished the interment of the deceased Roger Cly in its own way. Mr. but had remained behind in the churchyard. another brighter genius (or perhaps the same) conceived the humour of impeaching casual passers-by. and the crowd being under the necessity of providing some other entertainment for itself. and this was the usual progress of a mob. The dead man disposed of. was easy and natural. He procured a pipe from a 276 of 670 . to confer and condole with the undertakers. The transition to the sport of windowbreaking. and they were roughly hustled and maltreated. when sundry summer-houses had been pulled down. as Old Bailey spies. and thence to the plundering of public-houses. after several hours. and perhaps they never came. to arm the more belligerent spirits. and highly to its own satisfaction.

and Mr. looking in at the railings and maturely considering the spot. Cruncher to his wife. that he might appear.’ 277 of 670 .’ said Mr. I tell you where it is!’ said Mr.A Tale of Two Cities neighbouring public-house. and I shall work you for it just the same as if I seen you do it. on entering. Whether his meditations on mortality had touched his liver. and ruminated a little longer. and reported No job in his absence. Cruncher. The bank closed. ‘Now. and smoked it. apostrophising himself in his usual way. before the hour of closing.’ Having smoked his pipe out. ‘If. my wenturs goes wrong to-night. as a honest tradesman. is not so much to the purpose. or whether his general health had been previously at all amiss. ‘you see that there Cly that day. Young Jerry relieved his father with dutiful interest. on his station at Tellson’s. he turned himself about. I shall make sure that you’ve been praying again me. or whether he desired to show a little attention to an eminent man. as that he made a short call upon his medical adviser—a distinguished surgeon—on his way back. the usual watch was set. the ancient clerks came out. Cruncher and his son went home to tea. and you see with your own eyes that he was a young ‘un and a straight made ‘un. ‘Jerry.

briskly. and seeming to help it down with a large invisible oyster out of his saucer. Drop it altogether.’ ‘May I go with you. I believe you. ‘Ah! It IS yes. ‘Ah! I think so. don’t meditate nothing. Cruncher sitting down to tea.’ said Mr. but made use of them. Cruncher shook her head. Jerry. ‘I am saying nothing. with signs of angry apprehension. Cruncher.’ ‘You are going out to-night?’ asked his decent wife.’ repeated Mr. Jerry. Cruncher. 278 of 670 . as people not unfrequently do. You might as well flop as meditate. You may say yes. That’s about it. I am. taking a bite out of his bread-and-butter. ‘Yes.’ ‘Yes.A Tale of Two Cities The dejected Mrs. You may as well go again me one way as another. when he took another bite.’ ‘Well. ‘Why. then. Jerry. ‘You and your yes. Jerry. Cruncher had no particular meaning in these sulky corroborations.’ ‘Yes. Jerry. you’re at it afore my face!’ said Mr.’ Mr. father?’ asked his son. to express general ironical dissatisfaction.

’ He devoted himself during the remainder of the evening to keeping a most vigilant watch on Mrs.’ ‘Your fishing-rod gets rayther rusty. don’t it. ‘No.’ returned that gentleman. With this view.’ ‘Shall you bring any fish home. Download the free trial version. 279 of 670 . he urged his son to hold her in conversation also. you mayn’t. The devoutest person could have rendered no greater homage to the efficacy of an honest prayer than he did in this distrust of his wife. It was as if a professed unbeliever in ghosts should be frightened by a ghost story. I’m a going—as your mother knows—a fishing. That’s where I’m going to. and edit PDF. rather than he would leave her for a moment to her own reflections. Going a fishing. Cruncher.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. till you’ve been long abed. view. father?’ ‘Never you mind. shaking his head. father?’ ‘If I don’t. and sullenly holding her in conversation that she might be prevented from meditating any petitions to his disadvantage. I ain’t a going out. ‘that’s questions enough for you. to-morrow. and led the unfortunate woman a hard life by dwelling on any causes of complaint he could bring against her. you’ll have short commons.

and. Look at your boy: he IS your’n. none of your declaring on water. ain’t he? He’s as thin as a lath. am able to provide a little beer. succeed in providing a jinte of meat or two. who adjured his mother to perform her first duty. whatever else she did or neglected. obeyed them. as a honest tradesman. Do you call yourself a mother. as a honest tradesman. 280 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities ‘And mind you!’ said Mr. and sticking to bread.’ Then he began grumbling again: ‘With your flying into the face of your own wittles and drink! I don’t know how scarce you mayn’t make the wittles and drink here. Thus the evening wore away with the Cruncher family. if you don’t. by your flopping tricks and your unfeeling conduct. and his mother. Rome will be a ugly customer to you. Cruncher. I’m your Rome. none of your not touching of it. If I. until Young Jerry was ordered to bed. laid under similar injunctions. you know. above all things to lay especial stress on the discharge of that maternal function so affectingly and delicately indicated by his other parent. and not know that a mother’s first duty is to blow her boy out?’ This touched Young Jerry on a tender place. ‘No games tomorrow! If I. do as Rome does. Mr. When you go to Rome.

had not gone far.A Tale of Two Cities Cruncher beguiled the earlier watches of the night with solitary pipes. followed down the stairs. extinguished the light. he bestowed a parting defiance on Mrs. as his eyes were close to one another. opened a locked cupboard. held his honoured parent in view. and other fishing tackle of that nature. took a key out of his pocket. 281 of 670 . a rope and chain. followed down the court. Under cover of the darkness he followed out of the room. and went out. Towards that small and ghostly hour. Young Jerry. He was in no uneasiness concerning his getting into the house again. who had only made a feint of undressing when he went to bed. Young Jerry. Impelled by a laudable ambition to study the art and mystery of his father’s honest calling. and did not start upon his excursion until nearly one o’clock. walls. Cruncher. Disposing these articles about him in skilful manner. and the door stood ajar all night. and brought forth a sack. he rose up from his chair. when he was joined by another disciple of Izaak Walton. and the two trudged on together. was not long after his father. a crowbar of convenient size. for it was full of lodgers. keeping as close to house fronts. and doorways. The honoured parent steering Northward. followed out into the streets.

all of a sudden. they moved away on their hands and knees. he might have supposed the second follower of the gentle craft to have. The three went on. was the form of his honoured parent. It was now Young Jerry’s turn to approach the gate: which he did. split himself into two. In the shadow of bank and wall the three turned out of the road.A Tale of Two Cities Within half an hour from the first starting. peeping up the lane. and then the second fisherman got over. They all dropped softly on the ground within the gate. of which the wall—there. risen to some eight or ten feet high—formed one side. nimbly scaling an iron gate. Upon the top of the bank was a low brick wall. Another fisherman was picked up here—and that so silently. and then the third. and were out upon a lonely road. until the three stopped under a bank overhanging the road. and Young Jerry went on. he made out the three 282 of 670 . and up a blind lane. Crouching down in a corner. the next object that Young Jerry saw. and lay there a little—listening perhaps. Then. and looking in. surmounted by an iron railing. and the more than winking watchmen. pretty well defined against a watery and clouded moon. they were beyond the winking lamps. that if Young Jerry had been superstitious. Crouching down again in a corner there. He was soon over. holding his breath.

They were still fishing perseveringly. they worked hard. but. But. before they stopped and stood upright. at first. not only stopped him in his running away. And then they began to fish. Whatever tools they worked with. when he saw it. They did not creep far. Presently the honoured parent appeared to be adjusting some instrument like a great corkscrew. now they seemed to have got a bite. that he made off.A Tale of Two Cities fishermen creeping through some rank grass! and all the gravestones in the churchyard—it was a large churchyard that they were in—looking on like ghosts in white. while the church tower itself looked on like the ghost of a monstrous giant. but lured him back again. with his hair as stiff as his father’s. They fished with a spade. There was a screwing and complaining sound down below. and came to the surface. he was so 283 of 670 . as if by a weight. By slow degrees the weight broke away the earth upon it. when he peeped in at the gate for the second time. but. and saw his honoured parent about to wrench it open. until the awful striking of the church clock so terrified Young Jerry. and their bent figures were strained. his long-cherished desire to know more about these matters. Young Jerry very well knew what it would be.

He had a strong idea that the coffin he had seen was running after him. He would not have stopped then. it being a spectral sort of race that he ran. but followed him upstairs with a bump on every stair. and lay cunningly on its back to trip him up. and drawing them up to its ears. while it was making the whole night behind him dreadful. pictured as hopping on behind him. as if it were laughing. and one highly desirable to get to the end of. and bumped down. and never stopped until he had run a mile or more.A Tale of Two Cities frightened. It got into shadows on the road. rubbing its horrible shoulders against doors. fearful of its coming hopping out of them like a dropsical boy’s-Kite without tail and wings. that he made off again. for anything less necessary than breath. always on the point of overtaking him and hopping on at his side—perhaps taking his arm— it was a pursuer to shun. And even then it would not leave him. scrambled into bed with him. All this time it was incessantly hopping on behind and gaining on him. upon its narrow end. so that when the boy got to his own door he had reason for being half dead. for. It was an inconsistent and ubiquitous fiend too. It hid in doorways too. being new to the sight. dead and heavy. 284 of 670 . and. he darted out into the roadway to avoid dark alleys. on his breast when he fell asleep. bolt upright.

so Young Jerry inferred. ‘You oppose yourself to the profit of the business.’ said Jerry. and not to occupy your female mind with calculations when he took to his trade or when he didn’t. ‘to be the wife of a honest tradesman.’ said Mr. Cruncher. at least. Jerry. by the presence of his father in the family room. Cruncher. ‘and me and my partners suffer. ‘I told you I would. Call yourself a religious woman? If 285 of 670 .’ retorted Mr. and knocking the back of her head against the head-board of the bed.’ ‘It’s enough for you. Jerry. You was to honour and obey. ‘and I did. ‘Is it being a good wife to oppose your husband’s business? Is it honouring your husband to dishonour his business? Is it obeying your husband to disobey him on the wital subject of his business?’ ‘You hadn’t taken to the dreadful business then. with tears.’ ‘Jerry. Young Jerry in his closet was awakened after daybreak and before sunrise. Something had gone wrong with him.A Tale of Two Cities From his oppressed slumber. Jerry!’ his wife implored. A honouring and obeying wife would let his trade alone altogether. Cruncher by the ears. why the devil don’t you?’ ‘I try to be a good wife.’ the poor woman protested. Jerry. from the circumstance of his holding Mrs.

and his qualms were gone with the night—in which particulars 286 of 670 . Young Jerry. He was brushed and washed at the usual hour. Cruncher. After taking a timid peep at him lying on his back.’ The altercation was conducted in a low tone of voice. Mr. his son lay down too. His cunning was fresh with the day. give me a irreligious one! You have no more nat’ral sense of duty than the bed of this here Thames river has of a pile. and out of temper. and fell asleep again. was a very different Young Jerry from him of the previous night. walking with the stool under his arm at his father’s side along sunny and crowded Fleet-street. with his rusty hands under his head for a pillow. There was no fish for breakfast. Cruncher was out of spirits. and lying down at his length on the floor. and terminated in the honest tradesman’s kicking off his clay-soiled boots. running home through darkness and solitude from his grim pursuer.A Tale of Two Cities you’re a religious woman. and set off with his son to pursue his ostensible calling. and kept an iron pot-lid by him as a projectile for the correction of Mrs. and not much of anything else. and similarly it must be knocked into you. in case he should observe any symptoms of her saying Grace.

father?’ asked the brisk Young Jerry. father?’ asked the lively boy.’ returned Mr. ain’t it. as they walked along: taking care to keep at arm’s length and to have the stool well between them: ‘what’s a Resurrection-Man?’ Mr. after turning it over in his mind. that fine morning.’ said Mr.’ ‘What’s his goods. Cruncher came to a stop on the pavement before he answered.’ ‘Persons’ bodies. father. but shook his head in a dubious and moral way.’ said Young Jerry. ‘His goods. ‘It depends upon how you dewelop your talents. ‘Hem! Well. Cruncher. Be careful to dewelop your talents. and never to say no more than you can help to nobody. I should so like to be a Resurrection-Man when I’m quite growed up!’ Mr. ‘I believe it is something of that sort. ‘How should I know?’ ‘I thought you knowed everything.’ said Mr. ‘he’s a tradesman. ‘Father. Cruncher was soothed. Cruncher.A Tale of Two Cities it is not improbable that he had compeers in Fleet-street and the City of London. father. going on again. ‘Oh. and lifting off his hat to give his spikes free play. ‘is a branch of Scientific goods. 287 of 670 .’ said the artless boy. Cruncher.

went on a few yards in advance. to plant the stool in the shadow of the Bar.’ As Young Jerry.A Tale of Two Cities and there’s no telling at the present time what you may not come to be fit for. Mr. Cruncher added to himself: ‘Jerry. and a recompense to you for his mother!’ 288 of 670 . there’s hopes wot that boy will yet be a blessing to you. you honest tradesman. thus encouraged.

who could not have laid a piece of money on the counter to save their souls. many men had listened and whispered and slunk about there from the time of the opening of the door. Monsieur Defarge sold a very thin wine at the best of times. and here was Wednesday come. It had begun on Monday. There had been more of early brooding than drinking. or a souring. As early as six o’clock in the morning. This had been the third morning in succession. No vivacious Bacchanalian flame leaped out of the pressed grape of Monsieur Defarge: but. lay hidden in the dregs of it. a smouldering fire that burnt in the dark. sallow faces peeping through its barred windows had descried other faces within. on which there had been early drinking at the wine-shop of Monsieur Defarge. A sour wine.A Tale of Two Cities XV Knitting There had been earlier drinking than usual in the wineshop of Monsieur Defarge. bending over measures of wine. moreover. These were to the full as 289 of 670 . for its influence on the mood of those who drank it was to make them gloomy. for. but it would seem to have been an unusually thin wine that he sold at this time.

and from corner to corner. nobody wondered to see only Madame Defarge in her seat. Notwithstanding an unusual flow of company. He was not missed. when two dusty men passed 290 of 670 . as if they could have commanded whole barrels of wine. presiding over the distribution of wine. until midday. and they glided from seat to seat. drinkers drew figures on the tables with spilt drops of wine. nobody who crossed the threshold looked for him. with a bowl of battered small coins before her. and saw and heard something inaudible and invisible a long way off. players at dominoes musingly built towers with them. high and low. however. Games at cards languished. nobody asked for him. the master of the wine-shop was not visible. swallowing talk in lieu of drink. A suspended interest and a prevalent absence of mind. as they looked in at every place. Saint Antoine in this vinous feature of his. were perhaps observed by the spies who looked in at the wine-shop. as much defaced and beaten out of their original impress as the small coinage of humanity from whose ragged pockets they had come.A Tale of Two Cities interested in the place. It was high noontide. from the kings palace to the criminal’s gaol. with greedy looks. Thus. Madame Defarge herself picked out the pattern on her sleeve with her toothpick. for.

one was Monsieur Defarge: the other a mender of roads in a blue cap. who got up and went out. called Jacques. Upon which.’ said Defarge. and then all cast down their eyes and sat silent. ‘My wife. Give him to drink. addressing Madame Defarge: ‘I have travelled certain leagues with this good mender of roads. fast spreading as they came along. I met him—by accident— a day and half’s journey out of Paris. gentlemen!’ said Monsieur Defarge. every man looked at his neighbour. Download the free trial version. Their arrival had lighted a kind of fire in the breast of Saint Antoine. view. called Jacques. gentlemen. my wife!’ 291 of 670 . and edit PDF. It elicited an answering chorus of ‘Good day!’ ‘It is bad weather. It may have been a signal for loosening the general tongue.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. which stirred and flickered in flames of faces at most doors and windows. shaking his head. this mender of roads. All adust and athirst. no one had followed them. and no man spoke when they entered the wine-shop. Except one man. ‘Good day. He is a good child. the two entered the wine-shop. though the eyes of every man there were turned upon them.’ said Defarge aloud. through his streets and under his swinging lamps: of whom. Yet.

making shoes. not even Madame Defarge. he ate of this between whiles. stooping forward and very busy. in due season. It will suit you to a marvel. friend?’ he asked.’ Out of the wine-shop into the street. Defarge refreshed himself with a draught of wine—but. he took less than was given to the stranger. who doffed his blue cap to the company. A third man got up and went out. thank you. out of the courtyard up a steep staircase. He looked at no one present. then! You shall see the apartment that I told you you could occupy. Madame Defarge set wine before the mender of roads called Jacques. out of the staircase into a garret. and drank. and sat munching and drinking near Madame Defarge’s counter. who had taken up her knitting. ‘Have you finished your repast. and was at work. as being himself a man to whom it was no rarity—and stood waiting until the countryman had made his breakfast. and no one now looked at him. ‘Yes.’ ‘Come. out of the street into a courtyard. In the breast of his blouse he carried some coarse dark bread. 292 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities A second man got up and went out.—formerly the garret where a white-haired man sat on a low bench.

messieurs. wiped his swarthy forehead with it. he hanging by the chain—like this.’ was Monsieur Defarge’s not unreasonable reply. and spoke in a subdued voice: ‘Jacques One. that they had once looked in at him through the chinks in the wall. monsieur?’ ‘Commence. the carriage of the Marquis slowly ascending the hill. Jacques Three! This is the witness encountered by appointment. blue cap in hand. and said.’ ‘I saw him then. underneath the carriage of the Marquis.’ began the mender of roads. in which he ought to have been perfect by that time. by me. I leaving my work on the road. the three men were there who had gone out of the wine-shop singly. but. Jacques Five!’ The mender of roads. Speak. Jacques Four. ‘a year ago this running summer. Defarge closed the door carefully. the sun going to bed. was the one small link. Behold the manner of it.’ Again the mender of roads went through the whole performance. ‘at the commencement. Jacques Two. He will tell you all.A Tale of Two Cities No white-haired man was there now. seeing that it had been the infallible resource 293 of 670 . And between them and the white-haired man afar off. ‘Where shall I commence. hanging by the chain.

‘When Monsieur the Marquis demands that evening. Monsieur the Marquis indicates me with his finger. standing near our little fountain. ‘Tall as a spectre. Jacques. ‘But what did I know? The deed was not then accomplished. neither did he confide in me. I offer nothing.’’ ‘You should have said. softly. short as a dwarf. what is he like?’ I make response. to him who had interrupted. Jacques One struck in. and with his finger at his nose. I do not offer my testimony. ‘Say. and says. Jacques Three demanded how he afterwards recognised him then? ‘By his tall figure. Observe! Under those circumstances even.’ said the mender of roads.’ returned Jacques Two.’ murmured Defarge.’ ‘He is right there. and asked if he had ever seen the man before? ‘Never. ‘To me! Bring that rascal!’ My faith. ‘Go on!’ 294 of 670 . recovering his perpendicular.A Tale of Two Cities and indispensable entertainment of his village during a whole year.’ answered the mender of roads. messieurs.

and are like the shadows of giants. and the sun is again about to go to bed. eleven?’ ‘No matter. the number. ‘I stand aside. I see that their long shadows are on the hollow ridge on the opposite side of the road. ten. Also. and he is sought—how many months? Nine. as they approach. I am collecting my tools to descend to my cottage down in the village below. where they have a red edge. by my heap of stones. messieurs. I see no more than that they are six soldiers with a tall man bound. to see the soldiers and their prisoner pass (for it is a solitary road. and are on the hill above it. where it is already dark. ‘The tall man is lost. ‘He is well hidden. when I raise my eyes. with cords that were knotted behind him. that. and see coming over the hill six soldiers. he represented a man with his elbows bound fast at his hips. Go on!’ ‘I am again at work upon the hill-side. Also.’ said Defarge. where any spectacle is well worth looking at). with an air of mystery. messieurs. and that they are almost black to my sight—except on the side of the sun going to bed. I see that they are 295 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities ‘Good!’ said the mender of roads. and at first. In the midst of them is a tall man with his arms bound—tied to his sides—like this!’ With the aid of his indispensable cap. but at last he is unluckily found.

as on the evening when he and I first encountered. and he is lame. ‘Come on!’ says the chief of that company. His face is bleeding and covered with dust. His arms are swelled because of being bound so tight. and we know it. Ah. we do it. but he cannot touch it. thereupon they laugh again. Because he is lame. and he recognises me. pointing to the village. they drive him with their guns—like this!’ He imitated the action of a man’s being impelled forward by the butt-ends of muskets. They bring him into the 296 of 670 . ‘I do not show the soldiers that I recognise the tall man. perhaps he had not seen much in his life. he falls. and consequently slow. and that the dust moves with them as they come. I follow. with our eyes.A Tale of Two Cities covered with dust. ‘As they descend the hill like madmen running a race. close to the same spot!’ He described it as if he were there. and it was evident that he saw it vividly. his wooden shoes are large and clumsy. tramp. but he would be well content to precipitate himself over the hill-side once again. ‘bring him fast to his tomb!’ and they bring him faster. They laugh and pick him up again. tramp! But when they advance quite near to me. I recognise the tall man. he does not show the soldiers that he recognises me.

behind the bars of a lofty iron cage. within the locks and bars of the prison on the crag. all the village dreams of that unhappy one. as they listened to the countryman’s story. I dare not call to him.A Tale of Two Cities village. Jacques. with my tools upon my shoulder. ‘Go on. while it was secret. all the village whispers by the fountain. I make a circuit by the prison. repressed. all the village sleeps. Defarge said. all the village runs to look. There I see him. to wave to me. and never to come out of it. and shut it with a sounding snap of his teeth. all the village sees the prison gate open in the darkness of the night. high up. except to perish. The looks of all of them were dark. on my way to my work. and revengeful. ‘withdraws. Observant of his unwillingness to mar the effect by opening it again. bloody and dusty as last night. looking through.’ Defarge and the three glanced darkly at one another.’ ‘All the village. they take him past the mill. he regards me like a dead man. the manner of all of them. In the morning. and up to the prison. and swallow him— like this!’ He opened his mouth as wide as he could.’ pursued the mender of roads. He has no hand free. eating my morsel of black bread as I go. on tiptoe and in a low voice. was 297 of 670 .

they say that petitions have been presented in Paris. showing that he was enraged and made mad by the death of his child. and his eyes intent on the road-mender. Defarge standing between them and the narrator. and from them to him. when the work of the day is achieved and it assembles to gossip at the fountain. But it always looks up. at the prison on the crag. they say that a petition has been presented to the King himself. on one knee behind them. all faces are turned towards the prison. Jacques One and Two sitting on the old pallet-bed.A Tale of Two Cities authoritative too. ‘He remains up there in his iron cage some days. perhaps no.’ 298 of 670 . they are turned towards the prison. and in the evening. Jacques. by turns looking from him to them. ‘Go on. Perhaps yes. equally intent. whom he had stationed in the light of the window. They had the air of a rough tribunal. with his agitated hand always gliding over the network of fine nerves about his mouth and nose. They whisper at the fountain. The village looks at him by stealth. Jacques Three. from a distance. that although condemned to death he will not be executed. for it is afraid. What do I know? It is possible. each with his chin resting on his hand. they were turned towards the posting-house. now. Formerly.’ said Defarge.

‘Know that a petition was presented to the King and Queen. and struck him blows.’ Number One of that name sternly interposed. with the petition in his hand. darted out before the horses. they whisper at the fountain. ‘that he is brought down into our country to be executed on the spot. that. It is Defarge whom you see here. They even whisper that because he has slain Monseigneur. All here. into wounds 299 of 670 . at the hazard of his life.’ resumed the countryman.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Listen then. on the other hand. will be burnt off before his face. with a strikingly greedy air. Jacques. Jacques!’ said the kneeling Number Three: his fingers ever wandering over and over those fine nerves. in his carriage in the street. sitting beside the Queen. One old man says at the fountain. and that he will very certainly be executed. saw the King take it.’ ‘And once again listen. horse and foot. surrounded the petitioner. who. that his right hand.’ ‘Go on then. ‘the guard. ‘Again.’ said Defarge. and because Monseigneur was the father of his tenants—serfs—what you will—he will be executed as a parricide. armed with the knife. as if he hungered for something—that was neither food nor drink. You hear?’ ‘I hear. messieurs. yourself excepted.

Louis Fifteen.’ said the mender of roads.’ ‘Listen once again then. But how do I know if he lies? I am not a scholar. and it was all done in open day. and sulphur. finally. and still breathed! And it was done—why. ‘Long live the Devil! Go on. Jacques!’ said the man with the restless hand and the craving air. you might have seen it. and nothing was more noticed in the vast concourse that saw it done. ‘It was done when you were more than ten years old. with grim impatience. some whisper that. when he had lost two legs and an arm. all this was actually done to a prisoner who made an attempt on the life of the late King. his breast. there will be poured boiling oil. they speak of nothing else. how old are you?’ ‘Thirty-five. than the crowd of ladies of quality and fashion. that he will be torn limb from limb by four strong horses. That old man says.’ ‘Well! Some whisper this. who looked sixty. in the open streets of this city of Paris. ‘The name of that prisoner was Damiens.A Tale of Two Cities which will be made in his arms. who were full of eager attention to the last—to the last. melted lead.’ ‘Enough!’ said Defarge. even the fountain appears to fall to 300 of 670 . prolonged until nightfall. hot resin. wax. Jacques. and his legs.

poisoning the water. and he is in the midst of many soldiers. poisoning the water. He is hanged there forty feet high— and is left hanging.’ He suggested it. by creasing his face with his two thumbs. the cows are there with the rest. in the morning. making him look almost as if he laughed. He is bound as before. blade upwards.’ They looked at one another. there is raised a gallows forty feet high. on which the perspiration had started afresh while he recalled the spectacle. nobody leads the cows out. 301 of 670 . Workmen dig. come soldiers. workmen hammer. winding down from the prison. At length.’ The mender of roads looked THROUGH rather than AT the low ceiling. ‘All work is stopped. on Sunday night when all the village is asleep.A Tale of Two Cities that tune. Soldiers have marched into the prison in the night. by the fountain. and their guns ring on the stones of the little street. with its point in the air. soldiers laugh and sing. as he used his blue cap to wipe his face. At midday. ‘On the top of the gallows is fixed the knife. all assemble there. the roll of drums. with a tight string. and in his mouth there is a gag—tied so. from the corners of his mouth to his ears. and pointed as if he saw the gallows somewhere in the sky.

A Tale of Two Cities ‘It is frightful. How can the women and the children draw water! Who can gossip of an evening. and their heads were together when he came back to the garret. Will you wait for us a little. across the mill. With him. I left at sunset (as I had been warned to do). and looked back from the hill. outside the door?’ ‘Very willingly. have I said? When I left the village. under that shadow! Under it. Whom Defarge escorted to the top of the stairs. ‘Good! You have acted and recounted faithfully. through the rest of yesterday and through last night. to where the sky rests upon it!’ The hungry man gnawed one of his fingers as he looked at the other three. ‘That’s all.’ said the mender of roads. leaving seated there. messieurs. the shadow struck across the church. that night and half next day. messieurs. The three had risen. and I walked on. returned. and. Monday evening as the sun was going to bed. I came on. messieurs. 302 of 670 . until I met (as I was warned I should) this comrade. now riding and now walking. and his finger quivered with the craving that was on him. across the prison—seemed to strike across the earth. the first Jacques said. And here you see me!’ After a gloomy silence.

I ought to say. ‘How say you. she would not lose a word of it—not a syllable of it. ‘The chateau and all the race. ‘that no embarrassment can arise from our manner of keeping the register? Without doubt it is safe. ‘To be registered?’ ‘To be registered.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. for no one beyond ourselves can decipher it. it will always be as plain to her as the sun. view. in her own stitches and her own symbols. ‘Magnificent!’ and began gnawing another finger.’ returned Defarge. Confide in Madame Defarge. will she?’ ‘Jacques. ‘Extermination. to erase himself from existence. ‘The chateau.’ returned Defarge. drawing himself up. Knitted.’ returned Defarge. Jacques?’ demanded Number One. ‘Magnificent!’ croaked the man with the craving.’ The hungry man repeated. ‘if madame my wife undertook to keep the register in her memory alone. of Defarge. than to erase one letter of his name or crimes from the knitted register of Madame Defarge.’ 303 of 670 . as doomed to destruction. Download the free trial version. and all the race?’ inquired the first. in a rapturous croak. ‘Are you sure. It would be easier for the weakest poltroon that lives.’ asked Jacques Two. and edit PDF. but shall we always be able to decipher it—or.

that he wishes to see Royalty and Nobility?’ ‘Jacques. I will take care of him. madame sat all day at her counter. and was soon asleep. and the mender of roads. and Court. let him see them on Sunday. asked: ‘Is this rustic to be sent back soon? I hope so. Judiciously show a dog his natural prey. He wishes to see the fine world—the King. ‘Is it a good sign.A Tale of Two Cities There was a murmur of confidence and approval. ‘at least nothing more than would easily elevate himself to a gallows of the same height. so 304 of 670 . He is very simple. and then the man who hungered. was advised to lay himself down on the pallet-bed and take some rest. He needed no persuasion. I charge myself with him. ‘judiciously show a cat milk. let him remain with me. and set him on his road.’ ‘What?’ exclaimed the hungry man.’ said Defarge. if you wish her to thirst for it. Worse quarters than Defarge’s wine-shop. But. if you wish him to bring it down one day. the Queen. could easily have been found in Paris for a provincial slave of that degree. being found already dozing on the topmost stair. his life was very new and agreeable.’ Nothing more was said. is he not a little dangerous?’ ‘He knows nothing. staring.’ said Defarge. Saving for a mysterious dread of madame by which he was constantly haunted.

it was additionally disconcerting yet.’ 305 of 670 . and he felt assured that if she should take it into her brightly ornamented head to pretend that she had seen him do a murder and afterwards flay the victim. in a public conveyance. madame. the mender of roads was not enchanted (though he said he was) to find that madame was to accompany monsieur and himself to Versailles. he contended with himself that it was impossible to foresee what that lady might pretend next. It was additionally disconcerting to have madame knitting all the way there. that he shook in his wooden shoes whenever his eye lighted on her. Therefore. For.’ ‘What do you make.’ said a man near her. and so particularly determined not to perceive that his being there had any connection with anything below the surface. ‘You work hard. ‘I have a good deal to do. ‘Yes.A Tale of Two Cities expressly unconscious of him. still with her knitting in her hands as the crowd waited to see the carriage of the King and Queen. when Sunday came. to have madame in the crowd in the afternoon.’ answered Madame Defarge. she would infallibly go through with it until the play was played out. madame?’ ‘Many things.

’ The man moved a little further away. more Bull’s Eye. he was fortunate in having his remedy at hand. the mender of roads bathed himself. that he cried Long live the King. If he needed a King and Queen to restore him. and the mender of roads fanned himself with his blue cap: feeling it mightily close and oppressive. for. attended by the shining Bull’s Eye of their Court. soon the large-faced King and the fair-faced Queen came in their golden coach. courtyards. ‘shrouds. a glittering multitude of laughing ladies and fine lords. which lasted some three hours. 306 of 670 .’ returned Madame Defarge. Then. Long live everybody and everything! as if he had never heard of ubiquitous Jacques in his time. green banks. Long live the Queen. fountains.more lords and ladies. he had plenty of shouting and weeping and sentimental company.A Tale of Two Cities ‘For instance—‘ ‘For instance. so much to his temporary intoxication. During the whole of this scene. more King and Queen. composedly. more Long live they all! until he absolutely wept with sentiment. and throughout Defarge held him by the collar. terraces. as soon as he could. and in jewels and silks and powder and splendour and elegantly spurning figures and handsomely disdainful faces of both sexes. there were gardens.

in you or in a hundred like you rather than in one of their own horses or dogs. ‘that’s true. but no. and nodded in confirmation.’ Madame Defarge looked superciliously at the client. then. and it is the nearer ended. they only know what your breath tells them.’ said she.’ ‘Hey!’ cried the mender of roads. clapping him on the back when it was over.A Tale of Two Cities as if to restrain him from flying at the objects of his brief devotion and tearing them to pieces.’ ‘These fools know nothing. ‘As to you. Let it deceive them. if it made a show and a noise. and was mistrustful of having made a mistake in his late demonstrations. like a patron. ‘you make these fools believe that it will last for ever. Then.’ said Defarge. Say! Would you not?’ 307 of 670 . reflectively. a little longer. ‘Bravo!’ said Defarge. it cannot deceive them too much. ‘You are the fellow we want. in his ear. ‘you would shout and shed tears for anything. While they despise your breath. ‘you are a good boy!’ The mender of roads was now coming to himself. they are the more insolent. and would stop it for ever and ever.

with a wave of her hand towards the place where they had last been apparent. ‘now.’ ‘If you were shown a great heap of dolls. madame.’ said Madame Defarge. unable to fly.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Truly. you would pick out the richest and gayest. And if you were shown a flock of birds. and were set upon them to strip them of their feathers for your own advantage. would you not?’ ‘It is true. I think so. and were set upon them to pluck them to pieces and despoil them for your own advantage.’ ‘Yes. you would set upon the birds of the finest feathers.’ ‘You have seen both dolls and birds to-day. madame. Say! Would you not?’ ‘Truly yes. For the moment. madame. go home!’ 308 of 670 .

slowly tending towards that point of the compass where the chateau of Monsieur the Marquis. now. while a speck in a blue cap toiled through the darkness. they changed again. that the few village scarecrows who. and bore a cruel look of being avenged. in their quest for herbs to eat and fragments of dead stick to burn. also. that when that dangling figure was hauled up forty feet above the fountain. had it borne in upon their starved fancy that the expression of the faces was altered. as its people had—that when the knife struck home. listened to the whispering trees. In the stone face over the great 309 of 670 . strayed within sight of the great stone courtyard and terrace staircase. from faces of pride to faces of anger and pain.A Tale of Two Cities XVI Still Knitting Madame Defarge and monsieur her husband returned amicably to the bosom of Saint Antoine. now in his grave. and down the weary miles of avenue by the wayside. the faces changed. which they would henceforth bear for ever. A rumour just lived in the village—had a faint and bare existence there. and through the dust. for listening to the trees and to the fountain. Such ample leisure had the stone faces.

in their public vehicle. And as mere human knowledge can split a ray of light and analyse the manner of its composition. every vice and virtue. two fine dints were pointed out in the sculptured nose. and the pure water in the village well—thousands of acres of land—a whole province of France—all France itself—lay under the night sky. So does a whole world. of every responsible creature on it. Chateau and hut. like the more fortunate hares who could find a living there. and on the scarce occasions when two or three ragged peasants emerged from the crowd to take a hurried peep at Monsieur the Marquis petrified. concentrated into a faint hair-breadth line. to that gate of Paris whereunto their journey naturally tended. and which nobody had seen of old. a skinny finger would not have pointed to it for a minute. which everybody recognised. lie in a twinkling star. husband and wife. every thought and act. The Defarges. the red stain on the stone floor.A Tale of Two Cities window of the bed-chamber where the murder was done. so. sublimer intelligences may read in the feeble shining of this earth of ours. and the usual 310 of 670 . with all its greatnesses and littlenesses. There was the usual stoppage at the barrier guardhouse. came lumbering under the starlight. stone face and dangling figure. before they all started away among the moss and leaves.

having finally alighted near the Saint’s boundaries. Christian name?’ ‘John. making it French by pronunciation.A Tale of Two Cities lanterns came glancing forth for the usual examination and inquiry. but he knows of one.’ ‘So much the better.’ 311 of 670 . that he then spelt it with perfect correctness. and they. knowing one or two of the soldiery there. ‘Good. There is another spy commissioned for our quarter. ‘It is necessary to register him. The latter he was intimate with. Monsieur Defarge alighted. Madame Defarge spoke to her husband: ‘Say then. ‘Barsad. my friend.’ said Defarge. he had been so careful to get it accurately. How do they call that man?’ ‘He is English. There may be many more. what did Jacques of the police tell thee?’ ‘Very little to-night. raising her eyebrows with a cool business air. and one of the police.’ ‘Eh well!’ said Madame Defarge. But. were picking their way on foot through the black mud and offal of his streets. but all he knows. When Saint Antoine had again enfolded the Defarges in his dusky wings. for all that he can say.’ repeated madame. His name?’ ‘Barsad. and affectionately embraced.

complacently admiring. with his pipe in his mouth. after murmuring it once to herself. counted the small moneys that had been taken during her absence. is it known?’ ‘Age. Defarge. and where Madame Defarge immediately took her post at her desk. and finally dismissed him to bed. sinister. and began knotting them up in her handkerchief. laughing. All this while. ‘He shall be registered to-morrow. and sallow. walked up and down. examined the stock. generally. expression. nose aquiline. in which condition. Then she turned out the contents of the bowl of money for the second time. face thin. he walked up and down through life. but never interfering. rather handsome visage. made other entries of her own. in a chain of separate knots. eyes dark. for safe keeping through the night.A Tale of Two Cities ‘John Barsad. but not straight. about forty years. therefore.’ repeated madame. height. which was closed (for it was midnight). as to the business and his domestic affairs.’ They turned into the wine-shop. long. went through the entries in the book. black hair. having a peculiar inclination towards the left cheek. checked the serving man in every possible way. complexion dark. His appearance. indeed. about five feet nine. It is a portrait!’ said madame. 312 of 670 .’ ‘Eh my faith. ‘Good.

the men!’ ‘But my dear!’ began Defarge. the men. but they had had a ray or two for him. ‘it IS a long time. whose quick eyes had never been so intent on the accounts. and the shop. too.’ repeated his wife. ‘There are only the usual odours. ‘and when is it not a long time? Vengeance and retribution require a long time.’ said madame. it is the rule. as he put down his smoked-out pipe.’ ‘It does not take a long time to strike a man with Lightning.’ ‘I am a little tired. He whiffed the compound of scents away.’ ‘It is a long time. raising her glance as she knotted the money. ‘but my dear! You are faint of heart to-night. was ill-smelling.A Tale of Two Cities The night was hot. then.’ said Defarge.’ her husband acknowledged. as if a thought were wrung out of his breast. my dear!’ ‘Well. ‘But my dear!’ repeated madame. 313 of 670 .’ said Defarge. and so did the stock of rum and brandy and aniseed.’ said madame. close shut and surrounded by so foul a neighbourhood. ‘You are fatigued. ‘Oh. Monsieur Defarge’s olfactory sense was by no means delicate. ‘You are a little depressed. but the stock of wine smelt much stronger than it ever tasted. nodding firmly.

I tell thee it is always advancing. In the meantime. I suppose. consider the faces of all the world that we know.A Tale of Two Cities ‘How long. I tell thee it never retreats. ‘But when it is ready. and grinds to pieces everything before it. ‘I tell thee. ‘that although it is a long time on the road. composedly. extending her right hand. and never stops. Eh well! Tell me how long it takes to prepare the earthquake?’ ‘A long time. Keep it.’ said madame.’ 314 of 670 .’ Defarge raised his head thoughtfully. it is always preparing. as if there were something in that too.’ said Defarge. consider the rage and discontent to which the Jacquerie addresses itself with more and more of certainty every hour. it is on the road and coming.’ said madame. Can such things last? Bah! I mock you. ‘for an earthquake to swallow a town. as if it throttled a foe. Look around and consider the lives of all the world that we know. That is your consolation. ‘It does not take a long time. it takes place.’ She tied a knot with flashing eyes. for emphasis. though it is not seen or heard. ‘does it take to make and store the lightning? Tell me.’ demanded madame.

that we shall see the triumph. ‘I too. and edit PDF. ‘My brave wife. ‘Nothing that we do. reddening a little as if he felt charged with cowardice. show me the neck of an aristocrat and tyrant. like a docile and attentive pupil before his catechist. and still I would—‘ Then madame.’ ‘We shall have helped it. with her teeth set. But it has lasted a long time. will stop at nothing.’ ‘Yes! But it is your weakness that you sometimes need to see your victim and your opportunity. even if I knew certainly not. ‘I do not question all this. my dear. my wife. ‘Well!’ said Defarge.’ ‘Eh well! How then?’ demanded madame. during our lives. with her extended hand in strong action. But even if not. to sustain you.’ returned Defarge.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. tying another knot. view. let 315 of 670 . ‘Hold!’ cried Defarge. Sustain yourself without that. as if there were another enemy strangled. I believe. with all my soul.’ returned madame. Download the free trial version. with a half complaining and half apologetic shrug. standing before her with his head a little bent. ‘We shall not see the triumph. and his hands clasped at his back. and it is possible—you know well. tied a very terrible knot indeed. When the time comes. it is possible—that it may not come. is done in vain.

sprinkled about. and if she now and then glanced at the flower. who looked at them in the coolest manner (as if they themselves were elephants. and heaps of flies. and observing that it was time to go to bed. who were extending their inquisitive and adventurous perquisitions into all the glutinous little glasses near madame. Curious to consider how heedless flies are!—perhaps they thought as much at Court that sunny summer day. Their decease made no impression on the other flies out promenading. A rose lay beside her. it was with no infraction of her usual preoccupied air.’ Madame enforced the conclusion of this piece of advice by striking her little counter with her chain of money as if she knocked its brains out. until they met the same fate. 316 of 670 . standing or seated. and then gathering the heavy handkerchief under her arm in a serene manner. or something as far removed). The day was very hot. but wait for the time with the tiger and the devil chained—not shown—yet always ready. knitting away assiduously. fell dead at the bottom.A Tale of Two Cities loose a tiger and a devil. Next noontide saw the admirable woman in her usual place in the wine-shop. There were a few customers. drinking or not drinking.

black hair.’ said the new-comer. madame. and a mouthful of cool fresh water. and took up her knitting. height about five feet nine. monsieur. before she looked at the figure. and began gradually to drop out of the wine-shop. long and sallow face. complexion dark. and Madame Defarge knew enough of its antecedents to know better. thin. madame. aquiline nose but not straight.A Tale of Two Cities A figure entering at the door threw a shadow on Madame Defarge which she felt to be a new one. the customers ceased talking. having a peculiar inclination towards the left cheek which imparts a sinister expression! Good day. as she resumed her knitting: ‘Hah! Good day. one and all!’ ‘Have the goodness to give me a little glass of old cognac. ‘Good day. ‘Marvellous cognac this. It was curious.’ Madame complied with a polite air. but added to herself. generally rather handsome visage. age about forty. She laid down her knitting. that the cognac was flattered. eyes dark. The visitor watched 317 of 670 . She said. ‘Good day. madame!’ It was the first time it had ever been so complemented. however. and began to pin her rose in her headdress.’ She said it aloud. The moment Madame Defarge took up the rose.

but had been able to detect no sign. was there one left. and took the opportunity of observing the place in general.’ ‘A pretty pattern too!’ ‘YOU think so?’ said madame. and had been about to order drink. Two men had entered separately. ‘Decidedly. and went away. ‘I’ll use it!’ It was remarkable. still looking at him with a smile while her fingers moved nimbly. madame. They had lounged away 318 of 670 .’ said madame.’ said madame.’ ‘I am accustomed to it. they faltered. If I do— Well. looking at him with a smile. The spy had kept his eyes open. of those who had been there when this visitor entered. catching sight of that novelty. drawing a breath and nodding her head with a stern kind of coquetry. but. I may find a use for it one day. the taste of Saint Antoine seemed to be decidedly opposed to a rose on the headdress of Madame Defarge. May one ask what it is for?’ ‘Pastime.A Tale of Two Cities her fingers for a few moments. Nor. when. ‘Not for use?’ ‘That depends. made a pretence of looking about as if for some friend who was not there. ‘You knit with great skill. They had all dropped off.

’ ‘You have a husband. purposeless. Of course.’ thought madame. ‘Stay long enough. is how to live. the unfortunate. the people are so poor.’ ‘Children?’ ‘No children. ‘Pardon me. All we think. ‘I and my husband have enough to do to keep this wine-shop open.’ ‘Business seems bad?’ ‘Business is very bad. and her eyes looked at the stranger. without thinking. accidental manner.’ ‘As YOU say. certainly it was I who said so. from morning 319 of 670 .’ madame retorted. correcting him. too—as you say.A Tale of Two Cities in a poverty-stricken.’ ‘I think?’ returned madame. in a high voice. quite natural and unimpeachable. but you naturally think so. and I shall knit ‘BARSAD’ before you go. madame?’ ‘I have. and it gives us. That is the subject WE think of. and deftly knitting an extra something into his name that boded him no good. here. miserable people! So oppressed. ‘JOHN. checking off her work as her fingers knitted.’ ‘Ah.

’ ‘Is there?’ asked madame. without embarrassing our heads concerning others. He knew beforehand what the price of his luxury was. ‘Is there not?’ ‘—Here is my husband!’ said Madame Defarge. dropping his soft voice to a tone that invited confidence. enough to think about. they have to pay for it. I think for others? No. and expressing an injured revolutionary susceptibility in every muscle of his wicked face: ‘I believe there is much compassion and anger in this neighbourhood. but. ‘My faith!’ returned madame. he has paid the price. coolly and lightly. vacantly. Ah! the poor Gaspard!’ With a sigh of great compassion. and occasionally sipping his cognac. madame.’ ‘I believe. 320 of 670 . no. who was there to pick up any crumbs he could find or make. stood with an air of gossiping gallantry.A Tale of Two Cities to night. touching the poor fellow? Between ourselves. did not allow his baffled state to express itself in his sinister face. of Gaspard’s execution.’ The spy. leaning his elbow on Madame Defarge’s little counter. ‘if people use knives for such purposes.’ said the spy. ‘A bad business this.

321 of 670 . the spy saluted him by touching his hat. and stood with his hand on the back of his wife’s chair. ‘You mistake me for another. ‘You deceive yourself.’ said the spy.’ returned the keeper of the wine-shop. or quite so easy a smile under the stare. shaking his head. monsieur. ‘I was saying to madame. airily. and stared at him. that they tell me there is— and no wonder!—much sympathy and anger in Saint Antoine.’ ‘No one has told me so. and whom either of them would have shot with the greatest satisfaction. I am Ernest Defarge. but discomfited too: ‘good day!’ ‘Good day!’ answered Defarge. and saying. touching the unhappy fate of poor Gaspard.’ Having said it. ‘I know nothing of it. with whom I had the pleasure of chatting when you entered.’ said Defarge. with not quite so much confidence. with an engaging smile. That is not my name. Jacques!’ the spy repeated. he passed behind the little counter.A Tale of Two Cities As the keeper of the wine-shop entered at the door.’ ‘It is all the same. ‘Good day. looking over that barrier at the person to whom they were both opposed. ‘Good day. Jacques!’ Defarge stopped short. drily.

Madame Defarge poured it out for him. He had had it conveyed to him. that he would do best to answer. you. but always with brevity. that is to say. recalls to me. and asked for another glass of cognac. did not change his unconscious attitude.’ said Defarge. with much indifference. ‘The pleasure of conversing with you. took a sip of fresh water. 322 of 670 . had the charge of him. He was delivered to you. took to her knitting again. I know. When Doctor Manette was released. ‘Not at all. You see I am informed of the circumstances?’ ‘Such is the fact. indeed. and hummed a little song over it.A Tale of Two Cities The spy. but drained his little glass of cognac. his old domestic. ‘You seem to know this quarter well.’ ‘Hah!’ muttered Defarge.’ pursued the spy. I am so profoundly interested in its miserable inhabitants. well used to his business. ‘Yes. certainly. in an accidental touch of his wife’s elbow as she knitted and warbled. but I hope to know it better.’ ‘Indeed!’ said Defarge. better than I do?’ observed Defarge. ‘that I have the honour of cherishing some interesting associations with your name. Monsieur Defarge.

’ replied the spy. ‘we never hear about them. in England. ours—and we have held no correspondence. how is he called?—in a little wig—Lorry—of the bank of Tellson and Company—over to England. ‘No. looking up from her work and her little song. We received the news of their safe arrival. ‘She is going to be married.’ said the spy.’ repeated Defarge. ‘She was pretty enough to have been married long ago.’ ‘Such is the fact. accompanied by a neat brown monsieur. You English are cold.’ 323 of 670 .’ madame struck in.’ ‘Oh! You know I am English.’ said Defarge. and it was from your care that his daughter took him. but. since then. ‘Very interesting remembrances!’ said the spy.A Tale of Two Cities ‘It was to you.’ ‘Going?’ echoed madame.’ ‘Perfectly so. ‘that his daughter came. and perhaps another letter. madame. ‘In effect. ‘You don’t hear much about them now?’ said the spy. ‘I have known Doctor Manette and his daughter. or perhaps two. they have gradually taken their road in life—we. it seems to me.’ ‘Yes?’ said Defarge.

Barsad paid for what he had drunk. in other words. And speaking of Gaspard (ah. But he lives unknown in England. this one hit. But not to an Englishman.’ He did not take the identification as a compliment. Mr. and his hand was not trustworthy. Miss Manette is going to be married. or to record it in his mind. but the intelligence had a palpable effect upon her husband. and turned it off with a laugh. at least. to one who. he added: ‘Yes. whatever it might prove to be worth.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I perceive your tongue is. is French by birth.’ returned madame. I suppose the man is.’ Madame Defarge knitted steadily. he is no Marquis there. ‘and what the tongue is. cruel!). in a genteel 324 of 670 . behind the little counter. as to the striking of a light and the lighting of his pipe. After sipping his cognac to the end. like herself. The spy would have been no spy if he had failed to see it. the present Marquis. and took his leave: taking occasion to say. it is a curious thing that she is going to marry the nephew of Monsieur the Marquis. D’Aulnais is the name of his mother’s family. and no customers coming in to help him to any other. he was troubled. poor Gaspard! It was cruel. but he made the best of it. for whom Gaspard was exalted to that height of so many feet. he is Mr. Having made. Charles Darnay. Do what he would.

‘Can it be true.’ ‘Her husband’s destiny. her husband’s name 325 of 670 . before he departed. is it not very strange’—said Defarge. For some minutes after he had emerged into the outer presence of Saint Antoine. lest he should come back. and will lead him to the end that is to end him. ‘will take him where he is to go. ‘—And if it does come.’ said Madame Defarge.’ ‘If it is—’ Defarge began. ‘it is probably false. with her usual composure. rather pleading with his wife to induce her to admit it.’ returned madame. in a low voice.’ said Defarge. and herself. for her sake. lifting her eyebrows a little. That is all I know. But it may be true. Destiny will keep her husband out of France. after all our sympathy for Monsieur her father. looking down at his wife as he stood smoking with his hand on the back of her chair: ‘what he has said of Ma’amselle Manette?’ ‘As he has said it. while we live to see it triumph—I hope. and stopped. ‘If it is?’ repeated his wife. that he looked forward to the pleasure of seeing Monsieur and Madame Defarge again.’ ‘But it is very strange—now. ‘that. at least. the husband and wife remained exactly as he had left them.A Tale of Two Cities manner.

by the side of that infernal dog’s who has just left us?’ ‘Stranger things than that will happen when it does come. for a breath of air. but.’ She roiled up her knitting when she had said those words. Either Saint Antoine had an instinctive sense that the objectionable decoration was gone. Madame Defarge with her work in her hand was accustomed to pass from place to place and from group to group: a Missionary—there were many like her—such as the world will do well never to breed again. of a certainty. that is enough. at which season of all others Saint Antoine turned himself inside out.A Tale of Two Cities should be proscribed under your hand at this moment. In the evening. ‘I have them both here. They knitted worthless things. the hands 326 of 670 . the Saint took courage to lounge in. the mechanical work was a mechanical substitute for eating and drinking. and came to the corners of vile streets and courts. and the wine-shop recovered its habitual aspect. and sat on door-steps and window-ledges. All the women knitted. and presently took the rose out of the handkerchief that was wound about her head.’ answered madame. or Saint Antoine was on the watch for its disappearance. very shortly afterwards. howbeit. and they are both here for their merits.

a frightfully grand woman!’ Darkness closed around. knitting. then ringing pleasantly in many an airy steeple over France. that night all potent as the voice of Power and Plenty. view. looking after her with admiration.’ said he. a grand woman. So much was closing in about the women who sat knitting. should be melted into thundering cannon. that they their very selves were closing in around a structure yet unbuilt. as the fingers went. But. Another darkness was closing in as surely. and left behind. Freedom and Life. Darkness encompassed them. the stomachs would have been more famine-pinched. 327 of 670 . knitting. the eyes went. when the church bells.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. and the thoughts. and edit PDF. when the military drums should be beating to drown a wretched voice. &#x2018. Download the free trial version. moved for the jaws and the digestive apparatus: if the bony fingers had been still. and then came the ringing of church bells and the distant beating of the military drums in the Palace Courtyard. And as Madame Defarge moved on from group to group. all three went quicker and fiercer among every little knot of women that she had spoken with. as the women sat knitting. ‘A great woman. Her husband smoked at his door.a strong woman.

knitting.A Tale of Two Cities where they were to sit knitting. counting dropping heads. 328 of 670 .

than one memorable evening when the Doctor and his daughter sat under the plane-tree together. she had neither engaged herself in her usual work. many and many a time. this time was not quite like any other. though they had been there a long time. Lucie was to be married to-morrow. When it was yet light enough to work and read. than on that night when it found them still seated under the tree. nor had she read to him.A Tale of Two Cities XVII One Night Never did the sun go down with a brighter glory on the quiet corner in Soho. She had reserved this last evening for her father. my dear father?’ ‘Quite. at his side under the tree. Never did the moon rise with a milder radiance over great London. my child. and shone upon their faces through its leaves. ‘You are happy.’ They had said little. She had employed herself in both ways. and nothing could make it so. and they sat alone under the plane-tree. but. 329 of 670 .

as the light of the sun itself is—as the light called human life is—at its coming and its going. But. Even as it is—‘ Even as it was.’ he added. she clasped him by the neck.A Tale of Two Cities ‘And I am very happy to-night. my darling! More than that. no new affections of mine. Lucie. that you feel quite. In the sad moonlight. ‘Quite sure. ‘Dearest dear! Can you tell me. I am deeply happy in the love that Heaven has so blessed—my love for Charles. quite sure.’ ‘If I could hope THAT. but do you know it? In your own heart. my father!—‘ 330 of 670 . will ever interpose between us? I know it well. if my life were not to be still consecrated to you. even by the length of a few of these streets. and laid her face upon his breast. dear father. seen through your marriage. she could not command her voice. and no new duties of mine. do you feel quite certain?’ Her father answered. I should be more unhappy and selfreproachful now than I can tell you. than it ever was—without it. as he tenderly kissed her: ‘my future is far brighter. or if my marriage were so arranged as that it would part us. and Charles’s love for me. with a cheerful firmness of conviction he could scarcely have assumed. In the moonlight which is always sad. this last time. than it could have been—nay.

having seen him. my child—should not be wasted. and it is Charles. I should have been the cause. and repeated the word. devoted and young. only ask yourself. ‘—wasted. you did see him. my dear.’ He smiled at her unconscious admission that she would have been unhappy without Charles. love! Indeed it is so. struck aside from the natural order of things—for my sake. You. If it had not been Charles. but. but he took it in his. and replied: ‘My child. It gave her 331 of 670 . Consider how natural and how plain it is. if it had been no other.’ It was the first time. cannot fully appreciate the anxiety I have felt that your life should not be wasted—‘ She moved her hand towards his lips. my father. Or. and would have fallen on you. I should have been quite happy with you. of her ever hearing him refer to the period of his suffering. and then the dark part of my life would have cast its shadow beyond myself. that it should be so. it would have been another. while yours was incomplete?’ ‘If I had never seen Charles. except at the trial. how could my happiness be perfect. Your unselfishness cannot entirely comprehend how much my mind has gone on this.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Believe it.

and she remembered it long afterwards. in a state so dun and lethargic. I have looked at her when it has been such torture to me to think of her shining upon what I had lost. as he looked at the moon. He only seemed to contrast his present cheerfulness and felicity with the dire endurance that was over. ‘See!’ said the Doctor of Beauvais. there was nothing to shock her in the manner of his reference. that I have thought of nothing but the number of horizontal lines I could draw across her at the full. deepened as he dwelt upon it. when I could not bear her light. or the poor mother’s shock had killed it. and the number of perpendicular lines with which I could intersect them. I have looked at her. ‘It was twenty either way. Whether it was alive. ‘I have looked at her from my prisonwindow. Whether it was a 332 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities a strange and new sensation while his words were in her ears. that I have beaten my head against my prison-walls. and the twentieth was difficult to squeeze in.’ The strange thrill with which she heard him go back to that time. ‘I have looked at her. Whether it had been born alive. raising his hand towards the moon.’ He added in his inward and pondering manner. but. I remember. speculating thousands of times upon the unborn child from whom I had been rent.

She cared nothing for you. to myself.’ 333 of 670 .—What did I say just now?’ ‘She knew nothing of you. when my desire for vengeance was unbearable. and pass between us and the moon on this last night. ‘I have pictured my daughter. year after year. that these remembrances arise.’ She drew closer to him. as perfectly forgetful of me —rather. I have altogether perished from the remembrance of the living. strikes to my heart as if I had been that child. who might even live to weigh the possibility of his father’s having disappeared of his own will and act. Whether it was a daughter who would grow to be a woman. and kissed his cheek and his hand. (There was a time in my imprisonment.) Whether it was a son who would never know his father’s story.A Tale of Two Cities son who would some day avenge his father. altogether ignorant of me. Lucie? It is out of the Consolation and restoration you have brought to me.’ ‘My father! Even to hear that you had such thoughts of a daughter who never existed. I have seen her married to a man who knew nothing of my fate. I have cast up the years of her age. and in the next generation my place was a blank.’ ‘You. and unconscious of me.

as I now see you. I think? I doubt you must have been a solitary prisoner to understand these perplexed distinctions. except that I never held her in my arms. was another and more real child. The phantom that my mind pursued. it stood between the little grated window and the door. you understand that that was not the child I am speaking of?’ ‘The figure was not. That was another thing.’ His collected and calm manner could not prevent her blood from running cold. and leading me out into the freedom beyond the fortress.A Tale of Two Cities ‘So! But on other moonlight nights. I have seen her image in the moonlight often. It stood before my disturbed sense of sight. when the sadness and the silence have touched me in a different way—have affected me with something as like a sorrowful sense of peace. 334 of 670 . the fancy?’ ‘No. the—the—image. But. The other had that likeness too —as you have—but was not the same. as any emotion that had pain for its foundations could—I have imagined her as coming to me in my cell. but it never moved. as he thus tried to anatomise his old condition. Of her outward appearance I know no more than that she was like her mother. Lucie? Hardly. Can you follow me.

When they passed a prison of the State. and spoke in whispers. I fell upon my knees. Her life was active. useful. But then. and thanking God for my great happiness. cheerful. I have imagined her. but my poor history pervaded it all. never rose near the happiness that I have known with you. my father. I hope. but in my love that was I. She could never deliver me. will you bless me as fervently to-morrow?’ ‘Lucie. my dear. and I was in her prayers. I was not half so good. and blessed her.A Tale of Two Cities ‘In that more peaceful state. my father. when they were wildest. blessed with the relief of tears. in the moonlight. I imagined that she always brought me back after showing me such things. and that we have before us. I recall these old troubles in the reason that I have to-night for loving you better than words can tell.’ ‘And she showed me her children. and looked up at its bars. and had been taught to pity me.’ ‘I was that child. O my dear.’ said the Doctor of Beauvais. they kept far from its frowning walls. My picture was in her room. coming to me and taking me out to show me that the home of her married life was full of her loving remembrance of her lost father.’ 335 of 670 .’ ‘I am that child. ‘and they had heard of me. My thoughts.

all was quiet. was more than half disposed to object to the loving little plot that kept him away.A Tale of Two Cities He embraced her. The marriage was to make no change in their place of residence. there was even to be no bridesmaid but the gaunt Miss Pross. and his hands lying quiet on the coverlet. She put her needless candle in the shadow at a 336 of 670 . in the stillness of the third hour of the morning. Lucie came downstairs again. By-and-bye. But. All things. and stole into his room. not free from unshaped fears. solemnly commended her to Heaven. There was no one bidden to the marriage but Mr. and they separated. beforehand. and they desired nothing more. they had been able to extend it. however. and drank to him affectionately. the time came for him to bid Lucie good night. and he lay asleep. and Miss Pross made the third. and humbly thanked Heaven for having bestowed her on him. Lorry. were in their places. He regretted that Charles was not there. So. his white hair picturesque on the untroubled pillow. they went into the house. Doctor Manette was very cheerful at the little supper. They were only three at table. by taking to themselves the upper rooms formerly belonging to the apocryphal invisible lodger.

resolute. Then. and the shadows of the leaves of the plane-tree moved upon his face. Into his handsome face. she withdrew her hand. he covered up their tracks with a determination so strong. was not to be beheld in all the wide dominions of sleep. as softly as her lips had moved in praying for him. and put up a prayer that she might ever be as true to him as her love aspired to be. 337 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities distance. the sunrise came. A more remarkable face in its quiet. that he held the mastery of them even in his sleep. and as his sorrows deserved. and kissed his lips once more. and guarded struggle with an unseen assailant. leaned over him. She timidly laid her hand on his dear breast. crept up to his bed. the bitter waters of captivity had worn. and looked at him. then. So. but. and went away. that night. and put her lips to his.

pretty dress.’ said Miss Pross. They were ready to go to church. ‘YOU are. Lorry. such a baby’ Lord bless me’ How little I thought what I was doing! How lightly I valued the obligation I was conferring on my friend Mr. where he was speaking with Charles Darnay. who could not sufficiently admire the bride.’ said Mr. ‘I am not crying. Lorry. Mr. through a gradual process of reconcilement to the inevitable. Lorry.’ 338 of 670 . my sweet Lucie.’ remarked the matter-of-fact Miss Pross. ‘and therefore how could you know it? Nonsense!’ ‘Really? Well. ‘And so. would have been one of absolute bliss. that I brought you across the Channel. but for the yet lingering consideration that her brother Solomon should have been the bridegroom. and who had been moving round her to take in every point of her quiet.A Tale of Two Cities XVIII Nine Days The marriage-day was shining brightly. ‘and so it was for this.’ said the gentle Mr. Charles!’ ‘You didn’t mean it. and they were ready outside the closed door of the Doctor’s room. and Miss Pross—to whom the event. the beautiful bride. but don’t cry.

‘though. and edit PDF.’ 339 of 670 . my Pross?’ (By this time. ‘I. Download the free trial version. last night after the box came.’ said Mr. ‘Pooh!’ rejoined Miss Pross. Lorry. Lorry. Dear me! This is an occasion that makes a man speculate on all he has lost. and I don’t wonder at it. ‘You think there never might have been a Mrs. dear.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. any time these fifty years almost!’ ‘Not at all!’ From Miss Pross.’ ‘Well!’ observed Mr. ‘that seems probable. dear! To think that there might have been a Mrs. Such a present of plate as you have made ‘em. There’s not a fork or a spoon in the collection. I had no intention of rendering those trifling articles of remembrance invisible to any one. ‘before you were put in your cradle. just now. till I couldn’t see it. I saw you do it. upon my honour. view.’ pursued Miss Pross. Lorry. beamingly adjusting his little wig.) ‘You were. on occasion. is enough to bring tears into anybody’s eyes.’ ‘And you were cut out for a bachelor. Lorry?’ asked the gentleman of that name. ‘you were a bachelor in your cradle. Lorry dared to be pleasant with her.’ said Miss Pross. ‘that I didn’t cry over.’ ‘I am highly gratified. Dear. too. Mr.

before Somebody comes to claim his own. You leave your good father. are anxious not to lose the final opportunity of saying something to you that you wish to hear. my dear. if such things be old-fashioned. were as old as Adam. he shall be taken every conceivable care of. during the next fortnight.’ said Mr. and Miss Pross and I. Enough! Now. 340 of 670 . he comes to join you and your beloved husband. he held the fair face from him to look at the well-remembered expression on the forehead. I think. on your other fortnight’s trip in Wales. with a genuine tenderness and delicacy which. and that I ought to have had a voice in the selection of my pattern. at the fortnight’s end. even Tellson’s shall go to the wall (comparatively speaking) before him. my dear Lucie.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Then. Let me kiss my dear girl with an old-fashioned bachelor blessing. you shall say that we have sent him to you in the best health and in the happiest frame.’ For a moment. Now. I hear Somebody’s step coming to the door. in hands as earnest and as loving as your own. ‘that I was very unhandsomely dealt with. Lorry. ‘I hear them moving in the next room. And when. and then laid the bright golden hair against his little brown wig. as two formal folks of business. while you are in Warwickshire and thereabouts.’ drawing his arm soothingly round her waist.

341 of 670 . But. were mingled with them again in the morning sunlight. where no strange eyes looked on. The rest followed in another carriage. very bright and sparkling. on the threshold of the door at parting. Besides the glancing tears that shone among the smiles of the little group when it was done. glanced on the bride’s hand. and soon. and he came out with Charles Darnay. and in due course the golden hair that had mingled with the poor shoemaker’s white locks in the Paris garret. Lorry it disclosed some shadowy indication that the old air of avoidance and dread had lately passed over him. and took her downstairs to the chariot which Mr. in a neighbouring church. Lorry had hired in honour of the day. except that to the shrewd glance of Mr. Lorry’s pockets. They returned home to breakfast. Charles Darnay and Lucie Manette were happily married. some diamonds. and all went well. which were newly released from the dark obscurity of one of Mr. He was so deadly pale—which had not been the case when they went in together—that no vestige of colour was to be seen in his face. like a cold wind. in the composure of his manner he was unaltered. He gave his arm to his daughter.A Tale of Two Cities The door of the Doctor’s room opened.

The corner being out of the way of the idle and curious. so I 342 of 670 . and Miss Pross. ‘I think. gently disengaging himself from her enfolding arms. it was the old scared lost look that troubled Mr. after anxious consideration. or at all disturb him. Mr. and the starlight ride.’ he whispered to Miss Pross. though it was not for long. had struck him a poisoned blow. But her father cheered her. It was when they turned into the welcome shade of the cool old hall. Lorry. But. He had naturally repressed much. and the preparations having been very simple and few. and some revulsion might have been expected in him when the occasion for repression was gone. Charles! She is yours!’ And her agitated hand waved to them from a chaise window. and through his absent manner of clasping his head and drearily wandering away into his own room when they got up-stairs. that Mr. as if the golden arm uplifted there. Lorry. Lorry was reminded of Defarge the wine-shop keeper. the Doctor. ‘I think we had best not speak to him just now. were left quite alone. ‘Take her. and she was gone. and said at last.A Tale of Two Cities It was a hard parting. Lorry observed a great change to have come over the Doctor. I must look in at Tellson’s. Mr.

Lorry to look in at Tellson’s. ‘What’s that?’ Miss Pross. My dear friend. and dine there. was at his ear. and all will be well. ‘Good God!’ he said. When he came back.’ It was easier for Mr. and he was very busy. 343 of 670 . ‘What is to be told to Ladybird? He doesn’t know me. Doctor Manette!’ The Doctor looked at him for a moment—half inquiringly. ‘Doctor Manette. ‘O me. going thus into the Doctor’s rooms. he ascended the old staircase alone.A Tale of Two Cities will go there at once and come back presently. half as if he were angry at being spoken to— and bent over his work again. The bench was turned towards the light. O me! All is lost!’ cried she. and is making shoes!’ Mr. he was stopped by a low sound of knocking. with a start. and his head was bent down. with a terrified face. Lorry said what he could to calm her. we will take him a ride into the country. than to look out of Tellson’s. having asked no question of the servant. He was detained two hours. wringing her hands. as it had been when he had seen the shoemaker at his work before. Then. and went himself into the Doctor’s room.

without looking up. as it used to be when he did that work. and even the old haggard. Lorry glanced at the work in his hand. and asked what it was. when he was requested to do so. and worked. dear friend!’ Nothing would induce him to speak more. without pausing in his work. Look at me!’ He obeyed. He worked hard— impatiently—as if in some sense of having been interrupted. The only ray of hope that Mr. ‘It ought to have been finished long ago.’ ‘But. in silence. Doctor Manette. his shirt was open at the throat. Think. was. Let it be. He looked up. or on the air.A Tale of Two Cities He had laid aside his coat and waistcoat. that he sometimes furtively looked up 344 of 670 . ‘You know me. and words fell on him as they would have fallen on an echoless wall. in the old mechanically submissive manner. no persuasion would extract a word from him. Lorry could discover. and worked. for an instant at a time. and observed that it was a shoe of the old size and shape. Mr. my dear friend? Think again. ‘A young lady’s walking shoe. He worked. faded surface of face had come back to him. This is not your proper occupation. He took up another that was lying by him. but.’ he muttered.

Mr. In that. Two things at once impressed themselves on Mr. Mr. he took immediate steps towards the latter precaution. the first. there seemed a faint expression of curiosity or perplexity—as though he were trying to reconcile some doubts in his mind. He therefore made arrangements to 345 of 670 . and referring to an imaginary letter of two or three hurried lines in his own hand. In aid of the kind deception to be practised on his daughter. that it must be kept secret from all who knew him. If that should happen soon. as important above all others.A Tale of Two Cities without being asked. describing his having been called away professionally. to have a certain opinion that he thought the best. These measures. and of resort to this third course being thereby rendered practicable. In conjunction with Miss Pross. he kept another course in reserve. which was. represented to have been addressed to her by the same post. with as little appearance as possible of doing so. Miss Pross was to write. Lorry resolved to watch him attentively. In the hope of his recovery. by giving out that the Doctor was not well. Lorry took in the hope of his coming to himself. Lorry. that this must be kept secret from Lucie. advisable to be taken in any case. on the Doctor’s case. and required a few days of complete rest. the second.

Why not?’ 346 of 670 . Doctor Manette took what was given him to eat and drink. and worked on. in his seat near the window. or was falling. until it was too dark to see—worked on. When he put his tools aside as useless. as a silent protest against the delusion into which he had fallen. he became worried.A Tale of Two Cities absent himself from Tellson’s for the first time in his life. therefore. Mr. He was not long in discovering that it was worse than useless to speak to him. that it was a free place. on being pressed. Lorry could not have seen. since. Lorry rose and said to him: ‘Will you go out?’ He looked down at the floor on either side of him in the old manner. for a walk with me. reading and writing. and resolved merely to keep himself always before him. and took his post by the window in the same room. until morning. He remained. He abandoned that attempt on the first day. half an hour after Mr. and expressing in as many pleasant and natural ways as he could think of. and repeated in the old low voice: ‘Out?’ ‘Yes. looked up in the old manner. that first day. for his life. to read or write.

that he was in some misty way asking himself. Mr. Mr. Miss Pross and he divided the night into two watches. and determined to hold it. several times during the day. Lorry to have Miss Pross in with her work. he fell asleep. but it was evident that he heard what was said. This was done without any demonstrative accompaniment. at those times. not long enough. or often enough to harass him. and that he thought about it. Lorry’s friendly 347 of 670 . Lorry thought he saw. and went straight to his bench and to work. and spoke to him on topics that had been of late familiar to them. but. and said not a word more. and of her father then present. Lorry saluted him cheerfully by his name. he was up betimes. however confusedly.A Tale of Two Cities He made no effort to say why not. He paced up and down for a long time before he lay down. they quietly spoke of Lucie. as he leaned forward on his bench in the dusk. precisely in the usual manner. and as if there were nothing amiss. This encouraged Mr. In the morning. He returned no reply. But. On this second day. when he did finally lay himself down. and observed him at intervals from the adjoining room. with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. ‘Why not?’ The sagacity of the man of business perceived an advantage here. and it lightened Mr.

seven days. and that he had never 348 of 670 . Mr. whose hand had been a little out at first. Lorry passed through this anxious time. eight days. When it fell dark again. Mr. the fourth. Lorry asked him as before: ‘Dear Doctor. and grew yet heavier and heavier every day. With a hope ever darkening. returned. and Lucie was unconscious and happy. The third day came and went. be slipped away to his bench. Mr. Why not?’ This time.A Tale of Two Cities heart to believe that he looked up oftener. Lorry’s hope darkened. on Mr. nine days. and Mr. In the meanwhile. Five days. the Doctor had removed to the seat in the window. the fifth. and with a heart always growing heavier and heavier. Lorry feigned to go out when he could extract no answer from him. but he could not fail to observe that the shoemaker. six days. and. The secret was well kept. The time went very slowly on. and his heart grew heavier again. for a walk with me. after remaining absent for an hour. was growing dreadfully skilful. Lorry’s return. and had sat there looking down at the plane-tree. he repeated. and that he appeared to be stirred by some perception of inconsistencies surrounding him. will you go out?’ As before. ‘Out?’ ‘Yes. but.

A Tale of Two Cities been so intent on his work. and that his hands had never been so nimble and expert. 349 of 670 . as in the dusk of the ninth evening.

Lorry felt giddily uncertain for some few moments whether the late shoemaking might not be a disturbed dream of his own.A Tale of Two Cities XIX An Opinion Worn out by anxious watching. Even when he had satisfied himself that he was awake. He rubbed his eyes and roused himself. he was startled by the shining of the sun into the room where a heavy slumber had overtaken him when it was dark night. On the tenth morning of his suspense. Mr. for. going to the door of the Doctor’s room and looking in. but he doubted. Lorry could distinctly see). was calmly studious and attentive. though still very pale. He was in his usual morning dress. Mr. did not his eyes show him his friend before him in his accustomed clothing and aspect. and that the Doctor himself sat reading at the window. Lorry fell asleep at his post. and his face (which Mr. he perceived that the shoemaker’s bench and tools were put aside again. For. that the change of which he had so strong an impression had actually happened? 350 of 670 . when he had done so. and was there any sign within their range. and employed as usual. whether he was not still asleep.

the scheme was worked out with care. Lorry would then cautiously proceed to seek direction and guidance from the opinion he had been. He advised that they should let the time go by until the regular breakfast-hour. and should then meet the Doctor as if nothing unusual had occurred. Download the free trial version. submitting herself to his judgment. and edit PDF. but he was by that time clear-headed.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. Miss Pross. Having abundance of time for his usual methodical toilette. Mr. in his anxiety. and came to breakfast. and had none. and to be debating these points outside the Doctor’s bedroom door in the early morning? Within a few minutes. on the sofa in Doctor Manette’s consulting-room. view. in his clothes. and with his usual neat leg. 351 of 670 . how came he. If he appeared to be in his customary state of mind. Mr. her talk would of necessity have resolved it. If he had had any particle of doubt left. Lorry presented himself at the breakfast-hour in his usual white linen. Jarvis Lorry. so anxious to obtain. the answer being obvious. there? How came he to have fallen asleep. The Doctor was summoned in the usual way. It was but the inquiry of his first confusion and astonishment. Miss Pross stood whispering at his side. If the impression were not produced by a real corresponding and sufficient cause.

and evidently made him uneasy. And that aid was his own. He had already glanced at his hands more than once. perhaps. which were discoloured by his late work. An incidental allusion. on a very curious case in which I am deeply interested. ‘Doctor Manette. it is very curious to me. to your better information it may be less so. Therefore. touching him affectionately on the arm. Lorry. the Doctor looked troubled. In all other respects.’ said Mr. set him thinking and counting. however. and he and the Doctor were left together. Pray give your mind to it. Lorry determined to have the aid he sought. he at first supposed that his daughter’s marriage had taken place yesterday. Mr. that is to say. and the day of the month. Lorry said. that Mr. Lorry felt to be the only safe advance. I am anxious to have your opinion. feelingly: ‘My dear Manette. ‘the case is the case of a particularly dear friend of mine.A Tale of Two Cities So far as it was possible to comprehend him without overstepping those delicate and gradual approaches which Mr. 352 of 670 . and listened attentively. when the breakfast was done and cleared away. he was so composedly himself. in confidence. purposely thrown out.’ Glancing at his hands. to the day of the week.

It is the case of a shock from which the sufferer recovered.’ Mr. ‘some mental shock—?’ ‘Yes!’ ‘Be explicit. unfortunately. But. my dear Manette. as to be a highly intelligent man. Lorry saw that they understood one another. the—the—as you express it—the mind. of great acuteness and severity to the affections. by a process that he cannot trace himself—as I once heard him publicly relate in a striking manner. ‘My dear Manette. ‘Spare no detail. the feelings. and great exertion of body.’ 353 of 670 .’ said the Doctor. It is the case of a shock from which he has recovered. so completely. capable of close application of mind. in a subdued tone.’ said the Doctor.A Tale of Two Cities and advise me well for his sake—and above all. there has been. one cannot say for how long. it is the case of an old and a prolonged shock. and of constantly making fresh additions to his stock of knowledge. and there are no other means of getting at it.’ he paused and took a deep breath—‘a slight relapse. It is the case of a shock under which the sufferer was borne down. The mind. and proceeded. for his daughter’s—his daughter’s.’ ‘If I understand. because I believe he cannot calculate the time himself. which was already very large.

and murmured. Does his daughter know of the relapse?’ ‘No.’ ‘You spoke of his daughter.’ ‘And when the relapse fell on him. It has been kept from her. though in the same low voice. ‘in the resumption of some old pursuit connected with the shock?’ ‘That is the fact. in a low voice. That was very thoughtful!’ Mr. ‘engaged in that pursuit originally?’ ‘Once. and neither of the two spoke for a little while.’ asked the Doctor.’ glancing at his hands again. and I hope will always be kept from her.A Tale of Two Cities The Doctor. ‘Of how long duration?’ ‘Nine days and nights. ‘That was very kind. asked. distinctly and collectedly. did you ever see him. and to one other who may be trusted. 354 of 670 .’ ‘Now. It is known only to myself.’ ‘How did it show itself? I infer. was he in most respects—or in all respects—as he was then?’ ‘I think in all respects.’ The Doctor grasped his hand. Lorry grasped his hand in return.

was not quite unforeseen by its subject. There is no man in this world on whom I could so rely for right guidance. at length.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Now. I want guiding. I do not possess the kind of intelligence. my dear Manette. If your sagacity. ‘that the relapse you have described. in such a case. than I am to serve mine. Lorry did not press him. if I knew how.’ said Mr. could put me on the right track. and unfit to cope with such intricate and difficult matters.’ Doctor Manette sat meditating after these earnest words were spoken. and Mr. I might be able to do so much. my dear friend. Pray discuss it with me. Lorry. But I don’t know how to originate. unenlightened and undirected. I can do so little. Tell me. knowledge. and teach me how to be a little more useful. ‘I am a mere man of business. pray enable me to see it a little more clearly.’ said the Doctor. how does this relapse come about? Is there danger of another? Could a repetition of it be prevented? How should a repetition of it be treated? How does it come about at all? What can I do for my friend? No man ever can have been more desirous in his heart to serve a friend. breaking silence with an effort. I do not possess the kind of information necessary. in his most considerate and most affectionate way. ‘I think it probable.’ 355 of 670 . as on you. and experience.

It is probable that there had long been a dread lurking in his mind. Lorry. next to impossible. and how difficult—how almost impossible—it is. when it is on him?’ ‘I think so.’ asked Mr.’ He said it with an involuntary shudder.’ ‘Would he. gently laying his hand on the Doctor’s arm again. Lorry ventured to ask.’ said Mr. Some intense associations of a most distressing nature were vividly recalled. under certain circumstances—say. ‘to what would you refer this attack? ‘ ‘I believe. on a particular occasion.’ ‘Now. for him to force himself to utter a word upon the topic that oppresses him. He tried to 356 of 670 . that those associations would be recalled—say. ‘Very much. Lorry.’ returned Doctor Manette. ‘that there had been a strong and extraordinary revival of the train of thought and remembrance that was the first cause of the malady. after a short silence on both sides. ‘You have no idea how such an apprehension weighs on the sufferer’s mind. But it is.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Was it dreaded by him?’ Mr. I even believe it—in some cases—to be quite impossible. ‘be sensibly relieved if he could prevail upon himself to impart that secret brooding to any one. I think. as I have told you.

he applies himself with great ardour 357 of 670 . ‘Not at all. He is of a studious habit. long dreaded and long vaguely foreseen and contended against. shook his head. Lorry. ‘As to the future. and unusually energetic. bending his head with reverence.’ said Mr. Lorry. ‘I am thankful!’ repeated the Doctor. well! That’s good comfort. yielding under the pressure of a complicated something. and recovering after the cloud had burst and passed. I may go on?’ ‘You cannot do your friend a better service. in a low voice. I should have great hope.’ The Doctor gave him his hand.’ ‘Well.’ ‘Now. as to the future.’ hinted Mr. recovering firmness. I should hope that the worst was over. ‘I should have great hope. He. I am thankful!’ said Mr. with natural hesitation. and answered. Lorry. ‘To the first.’ ‘Would he remember what took place in the relapse?’ asked Mr.A Tale of Two Cities prepare himself in vain.’ said the Doctor. perhaps the effort to prepare himself made him less able to bear it. As it pleased Heaven in its mercy to restore him so soon. ‘There are two other points. ‘on which I am anxious to be instructed. then. The Doctor looked desolately round the room. Lorry.

Assuming for a moment. to many things. I think that.’ ‘Excuse me. It may be the character of his mind. ‘that anything but the one train of association would renew it. in part.’ said Doctor Manette with the firmness of self-conviction. After what has happened.A Tale of Two Cities to the acquisition of professional knowledge. does he do too much?’ ‘I think not. He may have observed himself. I find it difficult to imagine any such violent 358 of 670 . There has been a violent stress in one direction. that he WAS overworked. to be always in singular need of occupation. the more it would be in danger of turning in the unhealthy direction. the result of affliction. and made the discovery.’ ‘You are sure that he is not under too great a strain?’ ‘I think I am quite sure of it. The less it was occupied with healthy things. nothing but some extraordinary jarring of that chord could renew it. natural to it. I do not think. to the conducting of experiments. as a persistent man of business. and after his recovery. it would show itself in some renewal of this disorder?’ ‘I do not think so. I doubt if that could easily be. and it needs a counterweight.’ ‘My dear Manette. Now. in part. henceforth. if he were overworked now—‘ ‘My dear Lorry. That may be.

and yet with the confidence of a man who had slowly won his assurance out of personal endurance and distress. and remembering what he had seen in the last nine days. ‘The occupation resumed under the influence of this passing affliction so happily recovered from. He felt it to be the most difficult of all. and approached his second and last point. Is it not a pity that he should keep it by him?’ The Doctor shaded his forehead with his hand. He professed himself more relieved and encouraged than he really was. It was not for his friend to abate that confidence. 359 of 670 . to put a case and for the sake of illustration. Lorry. I trust. We will say that he was unexpectedly found at his forge again. but. he knew that he must face it. in his bad time. and beat his foot nervously on the ground.’ said Mr. remembering his old Sunday morning conversation with Miss Pross. that he had been used. We will say. to work at a little forge. ‘we will call—Blacksmith’s work. and I almost believe.A Tale of Two Cities sounding of that string again. clearing his throat. that the circumstances likely to renew it are exhausted. Blacksmith’s work.’ He spoke with the diffidence of a man who knew how slight a thing would overset the delicate organisation of the mind.

gives him a sudden sense of terror. for the ingenuity of the mental torture. the innermost workings of this poor man’s mind. like that which one may fancy strikes to the heart of a lost child. as he became more practised. Lorry.’ said Mr. ‘You see. no doubt it relieved his pain so much. the Doctor. ‘You do not find it easy to advise me?’ said Mr. beat his foot nervously on the ground. by substituting the perplexity of the fingers for the perplexity of the brain. the idea that he might need that old employment. ‘it is very hard to explain.’ said Doctor Manette. ‘I quite understand it to be a nice question. turning to him after an uneasy pause. with shaded forehead. He once yearned so frightfully for that occupation. Lorry. Even now. and not find it. and by substituting. the ingenuity of the hands. And yet I think—’ And there he shook his head.A Tale of Two Cities ‘He has always kept it by him.’ 360 of 670 . when I believe he is more hopeful of himself than he has ever been. that he has never been able to bear the thought of putting it quite out of his reach. with an anxious look at his friend. and even speaks of himself with a kind of confidence. and stopped. would it not be better that he should let it go?’ Still. consistently. ‘Now. and it was so welcome when it came.

‘You see. like a dear good man. shillings. I sanction it. too. ‘But may not—mind! I ask for information.’ said Mr. I only want your authority.A Tale of Two Cities He looked like his illustration. Lorry. let him miss his old companion after an absence. For his daughter’s sake. tremulously. then. But.’ ‘I would not keep it. let it be done.’ said the Doctor. Come! Give me your authority. Lorry’s face. might not the fear go with it? In short. is it not a concession to the misgiving. ‘it is such an old companion. I am sure it does no good. and bank-notes—may not the retention of the thing involve the retention of the idea? If the thing were gone. for he gained in firmness as he saw the Doctor disquieted. my dear Manette.’ 361 of 670 . as he raised his eyes to Mr. Let it be removed when he is not there. shaking his head. my dear Manette!’ Very strange to see what a struggle there was within him! ‘In her name. to keep the forge?’ There was another silence. as a plodding man of business who only deals with such material objects as guineas. ‘I would recommend him to sacrifice it. I would not take it away while he was present.

Lorry readily engaged for that. and almost looked. that Mr. while Miss Pross held the candle as if she were assisting at a murder—for which. indeed. attended by Miss Pross carrying a light. There. Mr. shoes. like accomplices in a horrible crime. were buried in the garden. almost felt. So wicked do destruction and secrecy appear to honest minds. and the Doctor was quite restored. Lorry and Miss Pross. The precaution that had been taken to account for his silence. and the tools. They passed the day in the country. chisel. Mr. Lorry hacked the shoemaker’s bench to pieces. and on the fourteenth day he went away to join Lucie and her husband. and hammer. On the night of the day on which he left the house. saw. and he had written to Lucie in accordance with it. Lorry had previously explained to him. in her grimness. and she had no suspicions. and in a mysterious and guilty manner. she was no unsuitable figure.A Tale of Two Cities Mr. and leather. 362 of 670 . Mr. and the conference was ended. while engaged in the commission of their deed and in the removal of its traces. with closed doors. Lorry went into his room with a chopper. On the three following days he remained perfectly well. The burning of the body (previously reduced to pieces convenient for the purpose) was commenced without delay in the kitchen fire.

or in looks. 363 of 670 . was Sydney Carton. XX A Plea When the newly-married pair came home. but. I hope. but there was a certain rugged air of fidelity about him. as a fashion of speech. ‘I find that easier to comprehend in my own mind.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create.’ said Carton. or in manner. He was not improved in habits.’ ‘You are good enough to say so. ‘Mr. either. I don’t mean any fashion of speech. They had not been at home many hours. the first person who appeared.’ said Carton. and edit PDF. in all good-humour and good-fellowship. He watched his opportunity of taking Darnay aside into a window. I scarcely mean quite that. Darnay. Download the free trial version. when I say I wish we might be friends. smiling. Indeed. than to convey to yours. to offer his congratulations.’ Charles Darnay—as was natural—asked him. and of speaking to him when no one overheard. view.’ ‘We are already friends. what he did mean? ‘Upon my life. ‘I wish we might be friends. when he presented himself. which was new to the observation of Charles Darnay.

to my surprise. let me try.’ ‘Ah!’ said Carton. I hope it may be taken into account one day. for I always remember them. as you represent it to be to you. I was insufferable about liking you.’ ‘I am not at all alarmed. I have by no means forgotten it. Earnestness in you. ‘On the drunken occasion in question (one of a large number.’ returned Darnay. I wish you would forget it. I am not going to preach. Mr. Darnay. I had no other object than to turn a slight thing.’ ‘I forgot it long ago. The curse of those occasions is heavy upon me.’ ‘I remember it too. is anything but alarming to me. ‘I beg your forgiveness for it. which. oblivion is not so easy to me.’ ‘Fashion of speech again! But. and a light answer does not help me to forget it. with a careless wave of his hand. seems to trouble you 364 of 670 . when all days are at an end for me! Don’t be alarmed. You remember a certain famous occasion when I was more drunk than— than usual?’ ‘I remember a certain famous occasion when you forced me to confess that you had been drinking. as you know). and not liking you.’ ‘If it was a light answer.A Tale of Two Cities However. as if he waved that away.

and a 365 of 670 . you know me.’’ ‘But I do. ‘I am bound to avow to you. you know I am incapable of all the higher and better flights of men.—Mind! I say when I rendered it.’ ‘Well! At any rate you know me as a dissolute dog. that it was mere professional claptrap.’ ‘Genuine truth. on the faith of a gentleman. ‘but I will not quarrel with YOUR light answer. I declare to you. who has never done any good. I was speaking about our being friends.’ said Carton. Darnay. ask Stryver. without the aid of his.’ ‘I prefer to form my own opinion. I don’t know that I cared what became of you. Well! If you could endure to have such a worthless fellow. Now. Good Heaven.’ returned Darnay.A Tale of Two Cities too much. in the great service you rendered me that day?’ ‘As to the great service. I am speaking of the past. when I rendered it. Mr. If you doubt it.’ ‘I don’t know that you ‘never will. and never will. what was there to dismiss! Have I had nothing more important to remember. and he’ll tell you so. trust me! I have gone aside from my purpose. aside.’ ‘You make light of the obligation. that I have long dismissed it from my mind. when you speak of it in that way. and you must take my word for it.

I may use that freedom with your name?’ ‘I think so. and taken no notice of. I doubt if I should abuse the permission. coming and going at odd times. It is a hundred to one if I should avail myself of it four times in a year. in short. as unsubstantial as ever. and spoke of Sydney Carton as a problem of carelessness and recklessness. Darnay. to all outward appearance. Within a minute afterwards. the Doctor. and Sydney turned away. I thank you.’ ‘Will you try?’ ‘That is another way of saying that I am placed on the footing I have indicated. he was. and Mr. and in the course of an evening passed with Miss Pross. that I might be regarded as an useless (and I would add. He spoke of him. tolerated for its old service.’ They shook hands upon it.A Tale of Two Cities fellow of such indifferent reputation. Charles Darnay made some mention of this conversation in general terms. if it were not for the resemblance I detected between you and me. I should ask that I might be permitted to come and go as a privileged person here. I dare say. Carton. Lorry. It would satisfy me. 366 of 670 . to know that I had it. by this time. When he was gone. an unornamental) piece of furniture.

but as anybody might who saw him as he showed himself. ‘We are thoughtful to-night!’ said Darnay.A Tale of Two Cities not bitterly or meaning to bear hard upon him. if I beg you not to ask it?’ ‘Will I promise? What will I not promise to my Love?’ What. but. He had no idea that this could dwell in the thoughts of his fair young wife.’ ‘Indeed. for we have something on our mind to-night. my own? Why so?’ 367 of 670 . ‘Yes. Carton deserves more consideration and respect than you expressed for him tonight.’ with her hands on his breast. ‘we are rather thoughtful to-night. and his other hand against the heart that beat for him! ‘I think. my Lucie?’ ‘Will you promise not to press one question on me. Charles. drawing his arm about her.’ ‘What is it. poor Mr. he found her waiting for him with the old pretty lifting of the forehead strongly marked. and the inquiring and attentive expression fixed upon him. indeed. when he afterwards joined her in their own rooms. with his hand putting aside the golden hair from the cheek. dearest Charles.

‘And. quite astounded. I would ask you to believe that he has a heart he very. clinging nearer to him.’ She looked so beautiful in the purity of her faith in this lost man. What would you have me do.’ ‘It is a painful reflection to me. my Life?’ ‘I would ask you. I fear he is not to be reclaimed. My dear. it is enough. But I think—I know—he does. even magnanimous things. to be very generous with him always. But. that her husband could have looked at her as she was for hours. it is so. gentle things. ‘remember how strong we are in our happiness. and that there are deep wounds in it. dearest. I am sure that he is capable of good things. very seldom reveals. ‘that I should have done him any wrong.’ ‘My husband. laying her head upon his breast. and how weak he is in his misery!’ 368 of 670 . and very lenient on his faults when he is not by. there is scarcely a hope that anything in his character or fortunes is reparable now.’ ‘If you know it.’ said Charles Darnay. I never thought this of him. and raising her eyes to his.A Tale of Two Cities ‘That is what you are not to ask me. I have seen it bleeding. O my dearest Love!’ she urged.

‘I will always remember it. dear Heart! I will remember it as long as I live. and folded her in his arms. he might have cried to the night— and the words would not have parted from his lips for the first time— ‘God bless her for her sweet compassion!’ 369 of 670 . could have heard her innocent disclosure.A Tale of Two Cities The supplication touched him home. and put the rosy lips to his.’ He bent over the golden head. and could have seen the drops of pity kissed away by her husband from the soft blue eyes so loving of that husband. If one forlorn wanderer then pacing the dark streets.

and broke like waves. swelled to her eyes. of a love as yet unknown to her: doubts. and scarcely audible yet. when her work would slowly fall from her hands. there would arise the sound of footsteps at her own early grave. though she was a perfectly happy young wife. there was something coming in the echoes. At first. Lucie sat in the still house in the tranquilly resounding corner. it has been remarked. and her old directress and companion. that stirred her heart too much. 370 of 670 . and her eyes would be dimmed. For. in a life of quiet bliss.A Tale of Two Cities XXI Echoing Footsteps A wonderful corner for echoes. that corner where the Doctor lived. of her remaining upon earth. to enjoy that new delight—divided her breast. and herself. there were times. and her father. and who would mourn for her so much. Ever busily winding the golden thread which bound her husband. something light. Fluttering hopes and doubts—hopes. listening to the echoing footsteps of years. afar off. and thoughts of the husband who would be left so desolate. Among the echoes then.

to whom in her trouble she had confided hers. I am very sorry to leave you 371 of 670 . ‘Dear papa and mamma. Even when golden hair. as an unruly charger. and making it predominate nowhere. and her little Lucie lay on her bosom. seemed to take her child in his arms. lay in a halo on a pillow round the worn face of a little boy. They came. as He took the child of old. and he said. whip-corrected. and the Divine friend of children. snorting and pawing the earth under the plane-tree in the garden! Even when there were sounds of sorrow among the rest. and the shady house was sunny with a child’s laugh. in harness of string. like her own. Her husband’s step was strong and prosperous among them. with a radiant smile. and made it a sacred joy to her. Lucie heard in the echoes of years none but friendly and soothing sounds. awakening the echoes.A Tale of Two Cities That time passed. Miss Pross. Ever busily winding the golden thread that bound them all together. there was the tread of her tiny feet and the sound of her prattling words. weaving the service of her happy influence through the tissue of all their lives. her father’s firm and equal. Then. the young mother at the cradle side could always hear those coming. among the advancing echoes. Let greater echoes resound as they would. Lo. they were not harsh nor cruel.

and I must go!’ those were not tears all of agony that wetted his young mother’s cheek. but I am called. the rustling of an Angel’s wings got blended with the other echoes. he claimed his privilege of coming in uninvited. Suffer them and forbid them not. Some half-dozen times a year. 372 of 670 . in a hushed murmur—like the breathing of a summer sea asleep upon a sandy shore —as the little Lucie. as he had once done often. which has been whispered by all true echoes for ages and ages. Sighs of the winds that blew over a little garden-tomb were mingled with them also. and to leave my pretty sister.A Tale of Two Cities both. but had in them that breath of Heaven. at most. They see my Father’s face. The Echoes rarely answered to the actual tread of Sydney Carton. and they were not wholly of earth. or dressing a doll at her mother’s footstool. as the spirit departed from her embrace that had been entrusted to it. and would sit among them through the evening. And one other thing regarding him was whispered in the echoes. He never came there heated with wine. comically studious at the task of the morning. blessed words! Thus. and both were audible to Lucie. O Father. chattered in the tongues of the Two Cities that were blended in her life.

373 of 670 . and he kept his place with her as she grew. but it is so. like some great engine forcing itself through turbid water. easy and strong custom. Carton was the first stranger to whom little Lucie held out her chubby arms. than any real jackal may be supposed to think of rising to be a lion. As the boat so favoured is usually in a rough plight. unhappily so much easier and stronger in him than any stimulating sense of desert or disgrace. Sydney had a swamped life of it.A Tale of Two Cities No man ever really loved a woman. The little boy had spoken of him. so. but her children had a strange sympathy with him—an instinctive delicacy of pity for him. What fine hidden sensibilities are touched in such a case. when she was a wife and a mother. and mostly under water. almost at the last. Stryver was rich. ‘Poor Carton! Kiss him for me!’ Mr. and it was so here. no echoes tell. Stryver shouldered his way through the law. made it the life he was to lead. who had nothing particularly shining about them but the straight hair of their dumpling heads. and knew her with a blameless though an unchanged mind. and dragged his useful friend in his wake. But. like a boat towed astern. lost her. and he no more thought of emerging from his state of lion’s jackal. had married a florid widow with property and three boys.

which had rendered him ‘not to be caught. by directing them to beware of the pride of Beggars. He was also in the habit of declaiming to Mrs. Stryver. who were occasionally parties to the full-bodied wine and the lie. Darnay!’ The polite rejection of the three lumps of bread-andcheese had quite bloated Mr. excused him for the latter by saying that he had told it so often. that he believed it himself—which is surely such an incorrigible aggravation of an originally bad offence. sometimes amused and laughing. 374 of 670 . Darnay had once put in practice to ‘catch’ him. over his full-bodied wine. had walked before him like three sheep to the quiet corner in Soho.cheese towards your matrimonial picnic. madam. and had offered as pupils to Lucie’s husband: delicately saying ‘Halloa! here are three lumps of breadand.’ Some of his King’s Bench familiars. like that tutor-fellow. and on the diamond-cut-diamond arts in himself. These were among the echoes to which Lucie. on the arts Mrs. Stryver. Mr. and there hanged out of the way. which he afterwards turned to account in the training of the young gentlemen. Stryver with indignation.A Tale of Two Cities These three young gentlemen. as to justify any such offender’s being carried off to some suitably retired spot. exuding patronage of the most offensive quality from every pore. sometimes pensive.

and asked her ‘What is the magic secret. Mr. as of a great storm in France with a dreadful sea rising. one thousand seven hundred and eighty-nine. On a night in mid-July. my darling. directed by herself with such a wise and elegant thrift that it was more abundant than any waste. as if there were only one of us. need not be told. listened in the echoing corner. Nor. there were other echoes. 375 of 670 . sweet in her ears. How near to her heart the echoes of her child’s tread came. or to have too much to do?’ But. that rumbled menacingly in the corner all through this space of time. and those of her dear husband’s. always active and self-possessed. Lorry came in late. of the many times her father had told her that he found her more devoted to him married (if that could be) than single. and those of her own dear father’s. and of the many times her husband had said to her that no cares and duties seemed to divide her love for him or her help to him. of your being everything to all of us.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. view. And it was now. how there were echoes all about her. until her little daughter was six years old. was music to her. and edit PDF. Download the free trial version. from a distance. that they began to have an awful sound. Nor. from Tellson’s. yet never seeming to be hurried. how the lightest echo of their united home. about little Lucie’s sixth birthday.

’ assented Mr.’ ‘I know that. There is such an uneasiness in Paris. trying to persuade himself that his sweet temper was soured. and they were all three reminded of the old Sunday night when they had looked at the lightning from the same place.’ said Darnay— ‘A bad look.A Tale of Two Cities and sat himself down by Lucie and her husband in the dark window. There is positively a mania among some of them for sending it to England. that we have actually a run of confidence upon us! Our customers over there. seem not to be able to confide their property to us fast enough. and we really can’t be troubled out of the ordinary course without due occasion. People are so unreasonable! Some of us at Tellson’s are getting old. We have been so full of business all day. my dear Darnay? Yes. It was a hot.’ ‘That has a bad look. Lorry. or which way to turn. and 376 of 670 . Lorry.’ said Mr. pushing his brown wig back. ‘I began to think. but we don’t know what reason there is in it. ‘you know how gloomy and threatening the sky is.’ ‘Still. you say. to be sure. ‘that I should have to pass the night at Tellson’s. wild night. that we have not known what to do first.’ said Darnay.

’ said the Doctor. but I have been so put out all day. my dear! Thank ye.’ ‘That’s right. it was a fancy. and hear the echoes about which you have your theory. if I may speak my mind.A Tale of Two Cities that he grumbled. for these hurries and forebodings by which I have been surrounded all day long. my dear.’ ‘Thank ye.’ ‘Of course. if you like. Now. Lucie? I can’t see. it has been kept for you. I am not fit to be pitted against you to-night. I hope?’ ‘No. all safe and well! I don’t know why anything should be otherwise than safe and well here. You are not going out. and I am not as young as I was! My tea. come and take your place in the circle. I am going to play backgammon with you. ‘I don’t think I do like. ‘but I am determined to be peevish after my long day’s botheration. have made me nervous without reason. Where is Manette?’ ‘Here he is. ‘I am quite glad you are at home. thank God.’ ‘Not a theory.’ 377 of 670 . The precious child is safe in bed?’ ‘And sleeping soundly.’ said the Doctor. entering the dark room at the moment. and let us sit quiet. Is the teaboard still there.

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‘A fancy, then, my wise pet,’ said Mr. Lorry, patting her hand. ‘They are very numerous and very loud, though, are they not? Only hear them!’ Headlong, mad, and dangerous footsteps to force their way into anybody’s life, footsteps not easily made clean again if once stained red, the footsteps raging in Saint Antoine afar off, as the little circle sat in the dark London window. Saint Antoine had been, that morning, a vast dusky mass of scarecrows heaving to and fro, with frequent gleams of light above the billowy heads, where steel blades and bayonets shone in the sun. A tremendous roar arose from the throat of Saint Antoine, and a forest of naked arms struggled in the air like shrivelled branches of trees in a winter wind: all the fingers convulsively clutching at every weapon or semblance of a weapon that was thrown up from the depths below, no matter how far off. Who gave them out, whence they last came, where they began, through what agency they crookedly quivered and jerked, scores at a time, over the heads of the crowd, like a kind of lightning, no eye in the throng could have told; but, muskets were being distributed—so were cartridges, powder, and ball, bars of iron and wood, knives, axes, pikes, every weapon that distracted ingenuity 378 of 670

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could discover or devise. People who could lay hold of nothing else, set themselves with bleeding hands to force stones and bricks out of their places in walls. Every pulse and heart in Saint Antoine was on high-fever strain and at high-fever heat. Every living creature there held life as of no account, and was demented with a passionate readiness to sacrifice it. As a whirlpool of boiling waters has a centre point, so, all this raging circled round Defarge’s wine-shop, and every human drop in the caldron had a tendency to be sucked towards the vortex where Defarge himself, already begrimed with gunpowder and sweat, issued orders, issued arms, thrust this man back, dragged this man forward, disarmed one to arm another, laboured and strove in the thickest of the uproar. ‘Keep near to me, Jacques Three,’ cried Defarge; ‘and do you, Jacques One and Two, separate and put yourselves at the head of as many of these patriots as you can. Where is my wife?’ ‘Eh, well! Here you see me!’ said madame, composed as ever, but not knitting to-day. Madame’s resolute right hand was occupied with an axe, in place of the usual softer implements, and in her girdle were a pistol and a cruel knife. 379 of 670

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‘Where do you go, my wife?’ ‘I go,’ said madame, ‘with you at present. You shall see me at the head of women, by-and-bye.’ ‘Come, then!’ cried Defarge, in a resounding voice. ‘Patriots and friends, we are ready! The Bastille!’ With a roar that sounded as if all the breath in France had been shaped into the detested word, the living sea rose, wave on wave, depth on depth, and overflowed the city to that point. Alarm-bells ringing, drums beating, the sea raging and thundering on its new beach, the attack began. Deep ditches, double drawbridge, massive stone walls, eight great towers, cannon, muskets, fire and smoke. Through the fire and through the smoke—in the fire and in the smoke, for the sea cast him up against a cannon, and on the instant he became a cannonier—Defarge of the wine-shop worked like a manful soldier, Two fierce hours. Deep ditch, single drawbridge, massive stone walls, eight great towers, cannon, muskets, fire and smoke. One drawbridge down! ‘Work, comrades all, work! Work, Jacques One, Jacques Two, Jacques One Thousand, Jacques Two Thousand, Jacques Five-and-Twenty Thousand; in the name of all the Angels or the Devils— 380 of 670

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which you prefer—work!’ Thus Defarge of the wineshop, still at his gun, which had long grown hot. ‘To me, women!’ cried madame his wife. ‘What! We can kill as well as the men when the place is taken!’ And to her, with a shrill thirsty cry, trooping women variously armed, but all armed alike in hunger and revenge. Cannon, muskets, fire and smoke; but, still the deep ditch, the single drawbridge, the massive stone walls, and the eight great towers. Slight displacements of the raging sea, made by the falling wounded. Flashing weapons, blazing torches, smoking waggonloads of wet straw, hard work at neighbouring barricades in all directions, shrieks, volleys, execrations, bravery without stint, boom smash and rattle, and the furious sounding of the living sea; but, still the deep ditch, and the single drawbridge, and the massive stone walls, and the eight great towers, and still Defarge of the wine-shop at his gun, grown doubly hot by the service of Four fierce hours. A white flag from within the fortress, and a parley—this dimly perceptible through the raging storm, nothing audible in it—suddenly the sea rose immeasurably wider and higher, and swept Defarge of the wine-shop over the lowered drawbridge, past the massive stone outer walls, in among the eight great towers surrendered! 381 of 670

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So resistless was the force of the ocean bearing him on, that even to draw his breath or turn his head was as impracticable as if he had been struggling in the surf at the South Sea, until he was landed in the outer courtyard of the Bastille. There, against an angle of a wall, he made a struggle to look about him. Jacques Three was nearly at his side; Madame Defarge, still heading some of her women, was visible in the inner distance, and her knife was in her hand. Everywhere was tumult, exultation, deafening and maniacal bewilderment, astounding noise, yet furious dumb-show. ‘The Prisoners!’ ‘The Records!’ ‘The secret cells!’ ‘The instruments of torture!’ ‘The Prisoners!’ Of all these cries, and ten thousand incoherences, ‘The Prisoners!’ was the cry most taken up by the sea that rushed in, as if there were an eternity of people, as well as of time and space. When the foremost billows rolled past, bearing the prison officers with them, and threatening them all with instant death if any secret nook remained undisclosed, Defarge laid his strong hand on the breast of one of these men—a man with a grey head, who had a 382 of 670

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lighted torch in his hand— separated him from the rest, and got him between himself and the wall. ‘Show me the North Tower!’ said Defarge. ‘Quick!’ ‘I will faithfully,’ replied the man, ‘if you will come with me. But there is no one there.’ ‘What is the meaning of One Hundred and Five, North Tower?’ asked Defarge. ‘Quick!’ ‘The meaning, monsieur?’ ‘Does it mean a captive, or a place of captivity? Or do you mean that I shall strike you dead?’ ‘Kill him!’ croaked Jacques Three, who had come close up. ‘Monsieur, it is a cell.’ ‘Show it me!’ ‘Pass this way, then.’ Jacques Three, with his usual craving on him, and evidently disappointed by the dialogue taking a turn that did not seem to promise bloodshed, held by Defarge’s arm as he held by the turnkey’s. Their three heads had been close together during this brief discourse, and it had been as much as they could do to hear one another, even then: so tremendous was the noise of the living ocean, in its irruption into the Fortress, and its inundation of the courts and passages and staircases. All around outside, too, it beat 383 of 670

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the walls with a deep, hoarse roar, from which, occasionally, some partial shouts of tumult broke and leaped into the air like spray. Through gloomy vaults where the light of day had never shone, past hideous doors of dark dens and cages, down cavernous flights of steps, and again up steep rugged ascents of stone and brick, more like dry waterfalls than staircases, Defarge, the turnkey, and Jacques Three, linked hand and arm, went with all the speed they could make. Here and there, especially at first, the inundation started on them and swept by; but when they had done descending, and were winding and climbing up a tower, they were alone. Hemmed in here by the massive thickness of walls and arches, the storm within the fortress and without was only audible to them in a dull, subdued way, as if the noise out of which they had come had almost destroyed their sense of hearing. The turnkey stopped at a low door, put a key in a clashing lock, swung the door slowly open, and said, as they all bent their heads and passed in: ‘One hundred and five, North Tower!’ There was a small, heavily-grated, unglazed window high in the wall, with a stone screen before it, so that the sky could be only seen by stooping low and looking up. 384 of 670

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There was a small chimney, heavily barred across, a few feet within. There was a heap of old feathery wood-ashes on the hearth. There was a stool, and table, and a straw bed. There were the four blackened walls, and a rusted iron ring in one of them. ‘Pass that torch slowly along these walls, that I may see them,’ said Defarge to the turnkey. The man obeyed, and Defarge followed the light closely with his eyes. ‘Stop!—Look here, Jacques!’ ‘A. M.!’ croaked Jacques Three, as he read greedily. ‘Alexandre Manette,’ said Defarge in his ear, following the letters with his swart forefinger, deeply engrained with gunpowder. ‘And here he wrote ‘a poor physician.’ And it was he, without doubt, who scratched a calendar on this stone. What is that in your hand? A crowbar? Give it me!’ He had still the linstock of his gun in his own hand. He made a sudden exchange of the two instruments, and turning on the worm-eaten stool and table, beat them to pieces in a few blows. ‘Hold the light higher!’ he said, wrathfully, to the turnkey. ‘Look among those fragments with care, Jacques. And see! Here is my knife,’ throwing it to him; ‘rip open that bed, and search the straw. Hold the light higher, you!’ 385 of 670

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With a menacing look at the turnkey he crawled upon the hearth, and, peering up the chimney, struck and prised at its sides with the crowbar, and worked at the iron grating across it. In a few minutes, some mortar and dust came dropping down, which he averted his face to avoid; and in it, and in the old wood-ashes, and in a crevice in the chimney into which his weapon had slipped or wrought itself, he groped with a cautious touch. ‘Nothing in the wood, and nothing in the straw, Jacques?’ ‘Nothing.’ ‘Let us collect them together, in the middle of the cell. So! Light them, you!’ The turnkey fired the little pile, which blazed high and hot. Stooping again to come out at the low-arched door, they left it burning, and retraced their way to the courtyard; seeming to recover their sense of hearing as they came down, until they were in the raging flood once more. They found it surging and tossing, in quest of Defarge himself. Saint Antoine was clamorous to have its wineshop keeper foremost in the guard upon the governor who had defended the Bastille and shot the people. Otherwise, the governor would not be marched to the 386 of 670

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Hotel de Ville for judgment. Otherwise, the governor would escape, and the people’s blood (suddenly of some value, after many years of worthlessness) be unavenged. In the howling universe of passion and contention that seemed to encompass this grim old officer conspicuous in his grey coat and red decoration, there was but one quite steady figure, and that was a woman’s. ‘See, there is my husband!’ she cried, pointing him out. ‘See Defarge!’ She stood immovable close to the grim old officer, and remained immovable close to him; remained immovable close to him through the streets, as Defarge and the rest bore him along; remained immovable close to him when he was got near his destination, and began to be struck at from behind; remained immovable close to him when the long-gathering rain of stabs and blows fell heavy; was so close to him when he dropped dead under it, that, suddenly animated, she put her foot upon his neck, and with her cruel knife—long ready—hewed off his head. The hour was come, when Saint Antoine was to execute his horrible idea of hoisting up men for lamps to show what he could be and do. Saint Antoine’s blood was up, and the blood of tyranny and domination by the iron hand was down—down on the steps of the Hotel de Ville where the governor’s body lay—down on the sole of the 387 of 670

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shoe of Madame Defarge where she had trodden on the body to steady it for mutilation. ‘Lower the lamp yonder!’ cried Saint Antoine, after glaring round for a new means of death; ‘here is one of his soldiers to be left on guard!’ The swinging sentinel was posted, and the sea rushed on. The sea of black and threatening waters, and of destructive upheaving of wave against wave, whose depths were yet unfathomed and whose forces were yet unknown. The remorseless sea of turbulently swaying shapes, voices of vengeance, and faces hardened in the furnaces of suffering until the touch of pity could make no mark on them. But, in the ocean of faces where every fierce and furious expression was in vivid life, there were two groups of faces—each seven in number —so fixedly contrasting with the rest, that never did sea roll which bore more memorable wrecks with it. Seven faces of prisoners, suddenly released by the storm that had burst their tomb, were carried high overhead: all scared, all lost, all wondering and amazed, as if the Last Day were come, and those who rejoiced around them were lost spirits. Other seven faces there were, carried higher, seven dead faces, whose drooping eyelids and half-seen eyes awaited the Last Day. Impassive faces, yet with a suspended—not an 388 of 670

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abolished—expression on them; faces, rather, in a fearful pause, as having yet to raise the dropped lids of the eyes, and bear witness with the bloodless lips, ‘THOU DIDST IT!’ Seven prisoners released, seven gory heads on pikes, the keys of the accursed fortress of the eight strong towers, some discovered letters and other memorials of prisoners of old time, long dead of broken hearts,—such, and such—like, the loudly echoing footsteps of Saint Antoine escort through the Paris streets in mid-July, one thousand seven hundred and eighty-nine. Now, Heaven defeat the fancy of Lucie Darnay, and keep these feet far out of her life! For, they are headlong, mad, and dangerous; and in the years so long after the breaking of the cask at Defarge’s wine-shop door, they are not easily purified when once stained red.

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Haggard Saint Antoine had had only one exultant week, in which to soften his modicum of hard and bitter bread to such extent as he could, with the relish of fraternal embraces and congratulations, when Madame Defarge sat at her counter, as usual, presiding over the customers. Madame Defarge wore no rose in her head, for the great brotherhood of Spies had become, even in one short week, extremely chary of trusting themselves to the saint’s mercies. The lamps across his streets had a portentously elastic swing with them. Madame Defarge, with her arms folded, sat in the morning light and heat, contemplating the wine-shop and the street. In both, there were several knots of loungers, squalid and miserable, but now with a manifest sense of power enthroned on their distress. The raggedest nightcap, awry on the wretchedest head, had this crooked significance in it: ‘I know how hard it has grown for me, the wearer of this, to support life in myself; but do you know how easy it has grown for me, the wearer of this, to destroy life in you?’ Every lean bare arm, that had been 390 of 670

‘It is Defarge. had been suddenly fired. The fingers of the knitting women were vicious. rather plump wife of a starved grocer. panting. with the experience that they could tear. 391 of 670 . and the mother of two children withal. that it could strike. then! Who comes?’ As if a train of powder laid from the outermost bound of Saint Antoine Quarter to the wine-shop door. and looked around him! ‘Listen. ‘Listen. patriots!’ Defarge came in breathless. a fast-spreading murmur came rushing along. There was a change in the appearance of Saint Antoine. with such suppressed approval as was to be desired in the leader of the Saint Antoine women. ‘Listen to him!’ Defarge stood. and the last finishing blows had told mightily on the expression. The short. ‘Hark!’ said The Vengeance. ‘Silence. Madame Defarge sat observing it. against a background of eager eyes and open mouths. One of her sisterhood knitted beside her.’ said madame. had this work always ready for it now. pulled off a red cap he wore. everywhere!’ said madame again.A Tale of Two Cities without work before. the image had been hammering into this for hundreds of years. this lieutenant had already earned the complimentary name of The Vengeance.

a prisoner. and have brought him in. But they have found him alive. He is among us!’ ‘Among us!’ from the universal throat again. and who died. Say all! HAD he reason?’ Wretched old sinner of more than threescore years and ten. hiding in the country. if he had never known it yet. I have seen him but now. on his way to the Hotel de Ville. I have said that he had reason to fear us. contemptuously. ‘The other world?’ ‘Does everybody here recall old Foulon. 392 of 670 . and had a grand mock-funeral. all those within the wine-shop had sprung to their feet. then?’ cried madame. ‘The news is of him. ‘And dead?’ ‘Not dead! He feared us so much—and with reason— that he caused himself to be represented as dead. ‘Say then. he would have known it in his heart of hearts if he could have heard the answering cry. my husband. who told the famished people that they might eat grass. and went to Hell?’ ‘Everybody!’ from all throats.A Tale of Two Cities formed outside the door. What is it?’ ‘News from the other world!’ ‘How.

Villain Foulon taken. the drum was beating in the streets. and came pouring down into the streets. The men were terrible. and the jar of a drum was heard as she moved it at her feet behind the counter. was tearing from house to house. in the bloody-minded anger with which they looked from windows. from their children. to madness with the wildest cries and actions. and flinging her arms about her head like all the forty Furies at once. and The Vengeance. the women were a sight to chill the boldest. my daughter! Then. my sister! Old Foulon taken. uttering terrific shrieks. beating their 393 of 670 . caught up what arms they had. from their aged and their sick crouching on the bare ground famished and naked. a score of others ran into the midst of these. and themselves. Defarge and his wife looked steadfastly at one another. From such household occupations as their bare poverty yielded. in a determined voice. urging one another. my mother! Miscreant Foulon taken.A Tale of Two Cities A moment of profound silence followed. as if it and a drummer had flown together by magic. they ran out with streaming hair. ‘Patriots!’ said Defarge. The Vengeance stooped. but. ‘are we ready?’ Instantly Madame Defarge’s knife was in her girdle. rousing the women.

Never. not a moment! This Foulon was at the Hotel de Ville. striking and tearing at their own friends until they dropped into a passionate swoon. when these breasts where dry with want! O mother of God.A Tale of Two Cities breasts. when I had no bread to give him! Foulon who told my baby it might suck grass. this Foulon! O Heaven our suffering! Hear me. and might be loosed. Give us the head of Foulon. Give us the heart of Foulon. and drew even these last dregs after them with such a force of suction. on these stones. and wrongs! Armed men and women flocked out of the Quarter so fast. and brothers. and screaming. that grass may grow from him! With these cries. that within a quarter of 394 of 670 . if Saint Antoine knew his own sufferings. not a moment was lost. numbers of the women. Give us the blood of Foulon. lashed into blind frenzy. whirled about. Foulon alive! Foulon who told the starving people they might eat grass! Foulon who told my old father that he might eat grass. and dig him into the ground. tearing their hair. Nevertheless. insults. my dead baby and my withered father: I swear on my knees. and were only saved by the men belonging to them from being trampled under foot. and young men. Rend Foulon to pieces. Give us the body and soul of Foulon. to avenge you on Foulon! Husbands.

and those to others. Madame Defarge’s frequent expressions of impatience were taken up. and those again explaining to others. pointing with her knife. husband and wife. The Vengeance. during two or three hours of drawl. knew Madame 395 of 670 . They were all by that time choking the Hall of Examination where this old man. Similarly. Let him eat it now!’ Madame put her knife under her arm. were in the first press.A Tale of Two Cities an hour there was not a human creature in Saint Antoine’s bosom but a few old crones and the wailing children. and Jacques Three. and the winnowing of many bushels of words. and overflowing into the adjacent open space and streets. and at no great distance from him in the Hall. No. at a distance: the more readily. The Defarges. ‘See the old villain bound with ropes. ugly and wicked. The people immediately behind Madame Defarge. ha! That was well done. That was well done to tie a bunch of grass upon his back. with marvellous quickness. explaining the cause of her satisfaction to those behind them. because certain men who had by some wonderful exercise of agility climbed up the external architecture to look in from the windows. was. the neighbouring streets resounded with the clapping of hands. and clapped her hands as at a play. Ha. ‘See!’ cried madame.

yet always entreating and beseeching for mercy. ‘Bring him out! Bring him to the lamp!’ Down. Defarge had but sprung over a railing and a table. directly down upon the old prisoner’s head. in an instant the barrier of dust and chaff that had stood surprisingly long. all over the city. to the furthest confines of the crowd. and folded the miserable wretch in a deadly embrace— Madame Defarge had but followed and turned her hand in one of the ropes with which he was tied—The Vengeance and Jacques Three were not yet up with them. now. on his feet. panting. on his knees. and struck at. on his back. At length the sun rose so high that it struck a kindly ray as of hope or protection. now. dragged. and up. bruised. The favour was too much to bear. now full of 396 of 670 . and Saint Antoine had got him! It was known directly.A Tale of Two Cities Defarge well. now. and acted as a telegraph between her and the crowd outside the building. and the men at the windows had not yet swooped into the Hall. and stifled by the bunches of grass and straw that were thrust into his face by hundreds of hands. and head foremost on the steps of the building. went to the winds. like birds of prey from their high perches—when the cry seemed to go up. torn. bleeding.

now. and they caught him shrieking. in cavalry alone. and held him. twice. and his head was soon upon a pike. for Saint Antoine so shouted and danced his angry blood up. with a small clear space about him as the people drew one another back that they might see. another of the people’s enemies and insulters. he went aloft. and while he besought her: the women passionately screeching at him all the time. he went aloft. a log of dead wood drawn through a forest of legs. and the rope broke. he was hauled to the nearest street corner where one of the fatal lamps swung. and there Madame Defarge let him go—as a cat might have done to a mouse—and silently and composedly looked at him while they made ready. seized him—would have torn him out of the breast of an army to bear Foulon 397 of 670 . on hearing when the day closed in that the son-in-law of the despatched. then. Once. Saint Antoine wrote his crimes on flaring sheets of paper. Nor was this the end of the day’s bad work. and the men sternly calling out to have him killed with grass in his mouth. that it boiled again. the rope was merciful. and the rope broke. and they caught him shrieking.A Tale of Two Cities vehement agony of action. with grass enough in the mouth for all Saint Antoine to dance at the sight of. was coming into Paris under a guard five hundred strong.

with such a world around them and before them. Not before dark night did the men and women come back to the children. Scanty and insufficient suppers those. and struck some sparks of cheerfulness out of them. as of most other sauce to wretched bread. Gradually. Fathers and mothers who had had their full share in the worst of the day. human fellowship infused some nourishment into the flinty viands. when Defarge’s wine-shop parted with its last knot of customers. played gently with their meagre children. and innocent of meat. loved and hoped. and then poor lights began to shine in high windows. and slender fires were made in the streets. patiently waiting to buy bad bread. Yet. It was almost morning. and carried the three spoils of the day. and Monsieur 398 of 670 . at which neighbours cooked in common.A Tale of Two Cities company—set his head and heart on pikes. these strings of ragged people shortened and frayed away. Then. and while they waited with stomachs faint and empty. and achieving them again in gossip. the miserable bakers’ shops were beset by long files of them. and lovers. in Wolf-procession through the streets. afterwards supping at their doors. wailing and breadless. they beguiled the time by embracing one another on the triumphs of the day.

and the drum was at rest. ‘Almost. view. The Vengeance. as custodian of the drum. 399 of 670 . could have wakened him up and had the same speech out of him as before the Bastille fell. or old Foulon was seized. not so with the hoarse tones of the men and women in Saint Antoine’s bosom. in husky tones. Download the free trial version.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create.’ Saint Antoine slept. The drum’s was the only voice in Saint Antoine that blood and hurry had not changed. Defarge said to madame his wife. and edit PDF. the Defarges slept: even The Vengeance slept with her starved grocer. my dear!’ ‘Eh well!’ returned madame. while fastening the door: ‘At last it is come.

The prison on the crag was not so dominant as of yore. children. but not one of them knew what his men would do—beyond this: that it would probably not be what he was ordered. and broken. fences. there were soldiers to guard it. dejected. Habitations. Every green leaf. but not many. every blade of grass and blade of grain. and the soil that bore them—all worn out. women. yielding nothing but desolation. gave a chivalrous tone to things. and where the mender of roads went forth daily to hammer out of the stones on the highway such morsels of bread as might serve for patches to hold his poor ignorant soul and his poor reduced body together. Monseigneur (often a most worthy individual gentleman) was a national blessing. domesticated animals. oppressed. Far and wide lay a ruined country.A Tale of Two Cities XXIII Fire Rises There was a change on the village where the fountain fell. Everything was bowed down. was as shrivelled and poor as the miserable people. there were officers to guard the soldiers. men. was a polite example of luxurious and shining 400 of 670 .

For scores of years gone by. as the mender of roads worked. now. and had seldom graced it with his presence except for the pleasures of the chase—now. For. somehow or other. No. this was not the change on the village. Strange that Creation. and the last screw of the rack having been turned so often that its purchase crumbled. and it now turned and turned with nothing to bite. in the dust. for whose preservation Monseigneur made edifying spaces of barbarous and barren wilderness. found in hunting the beasts. Monseigneur began to run away from a phenomenon so low and unaccountable. brought things to this. Monseigneur as a class had. surely! Thus it was. should be so soon wrung dry and squeezed out! There must be something short-sighted in the eternal arrangements. rather than in the disappearance of the high caste. chiselled. and a great deal more to equal purpose. not often troubling himself to reflect 401 of 670 . found in hunting the people. But. in these times. however. and the last drop of blood having been extracted from the flints. and on many a village like it. solitary. The change consisted in the appearance of strange faces of low caste. Monseigneur had squeezed it and wrung it.A Tale of Two Cities fife. designed expressly for Monseigneur. and otherwise beautified and beautifying features of Monseigneur. nevertheless.

like a ghost. Jacques?’ 402 of 670 . but was now a frequent presence. looked at the village in the hollow. and at the prison on the crag. dank with the marshy moisture of many low grounds. that it was a shaggy-haired man. as he raised his eyes from his lonely labour. being for the most part too much occupied in thinking how little he had for supper and how much more he would eat if he had it—in these times. swart. in a dialect that was just intelligible: ‘How goes it. Such a man came upon him. of almost barbarian aspect.A Tale of Two Cities that dust he was and to dust he must return. tall. When he had identified these objects in what benighted mind he had. he said. sprinkled with the thorns and leaves and moss of many byways through woods. at noon in the July weather. and viewed the prospect. grim. the like of which was once a rarity in those parts. As it advanced. as he sat on his heap of stones under a bank. rough. he would see some rough figure approaching on foot. The man looked at him. in wooden shoes that were clumsy even to the eyes of a mender of roads. the mender of roads would discern without surprise. steeped in the mud and dust of many highways. at the mill. taking such shelter as he could get from a shower of hail.

’ said the man. They again joined hands. ‘To-night. Jacques. that blazed and went out in a puff of smoke.’ growled the man. with a hungry face. after observing these operations.A Tale of Two Cities ‘All well. ‘I meet no dinner anywhere.’ ‘Touch then!’ They joined hands. and the man sat down on the heap of stones. ‘It is the fashion. lighted it with flint and steel. filled it. ‘No dinner?’ ‘Nothing but supper now.’ It was the turn of the mender of roads to say it this time. with the hail driving in 403 of 670 . putting the pipe in his mouth. ‘To-night?’ said the mender of roads.’ said the mender of roads.’ He and the mender of roads sat on the heap of stones looking silently at one another.’ He took out a blackened pipe. pulled at it until it was in a bright glow: then. suddenly held it from him and dropped something into it from between his finger and thumb. ‘Where?’ ‘Here. ‘Touch then.

and lay down on his back on the heap of stones. rolling his eye over the landscape. Will you wake me?’ ‘Surely. Let me finish my pipe.’ The wayfarer smoked his pipe out. and past the fountain—‘ ‘To the Devil with all that!’ interrupted the other. slipped off his great wooden shoes. put it in his breast. and I shall sleep like a child. until the sky began to clear over the village. rolling away. He was fast asleep directly. ‘Show me!’ said the traveller then. and straight through the street. As the road-mender plied his dusty labour. ‘You go down here. and the hail-clouds. revealed bright bars and streaks of sky which were responded to by silver gleams upon the 404 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities between them like a pigmy charge of bayonets. ‘I go through no streets and past no fountains. When do you cease to work?’ ‘At sunset. moving to the brow of the hill. Well?’ ‘Well! About two leagues beyond the summit of that hill above the village. before departing? I have walked two nights without resting.’ ‘Will you wake me. ‘See!’ returned the mender of roads. with extended finger.’ ‘Good.

The bronze face. tending to centres all over France. The traveller had travelled far. but. as he himself was into sores. the little man (who wore a red cap now. in vain. he saw in his small fancy similar figures. gates. to very poor account. His eyes were so often turned towards it. stuffed with leaves and grass. inspired the mender of roads with awe. had been heavy to drag over the many long leagues.A Tale of Two Cities landscape. and his ankles chafed and bleeding. Fortified towns with their stockades. the powerful frame attenuated by spare living. one would have said. guard-houses. and his clothes were chafed into holes. 405 of 670 . and drawbridges. seemed to the mender of roads. the road-mender tried to get a peep at secret weapons in his breast or where not. for he slept with his arms crossed upon him. his great shoes. and. that he used his tools mechanically. And when he lifted his eyes from it to the horizon and looked around. and set as resolutely as his lips. and the sullen and desperate compression of the lips in sleep. trenches. Stooping down beside him. the rough medley dress of home-spun stuff and hairy skins of beasts. the shaggy black hair and beard. in place of his blue one) seemed fascinated by the figure on the heap of stones. and his feet were footsore. to be so much air as against this figure. stopped by no obstacle. the coarse woollen red cap.

‘Good!’ said the sleeper. Then. and looked in that 406 of 670 . became uneasy. to sunshine on his face and shadow. and was soon at the fountain. chief functionary of the place. and the sky was glowing. and remained there. until the sun was low in the west. the mender of roads having got his tools together and all things ready to go down into the village. Good!’ The mender of roads went home.A Tale of Two Cities The man slept on. and appearing even to whisper to them in his whispering to all the village. with the dust going on before him according to the set of the wind.’ ‘About. squeezing himself in among the lean kine brought there to drink. another curious contagion of looking expectantly at the sky in one direction only. rising on his elbow. ‘Two leagues beyond the summit of the hill?’ ‘About. Monsieur Gabelle. When the village had taken its poor supper. and also. but came out of doors again. it did not creep to bed. went out on his house-top alone. to the paltering lumps of dull ice on his body and the diamonds into which the sun changed them. A curious contagion of whispering was upon it. when it gathered together at the fountain in the dark. as it usually did. roused him. indifferent to showers of hail and intervals of brightness.

and all was black again. unkempt figures crushed the high grass and cracked the branches. that there might be need to ring the tocsin by-and-bye. East. Then. among the old spears and knives. and beat at the great door. as though it were growing luminous. and moved away in different directions. and sent word to the sacristan who kept the keys of the church. Four lights broke out there. West.A Tale of Two Cities direction too. and shook the curtains of the bed where the last Marquis had slept. and passed lamenting up the stairs. and South. a flickering streak played behind the architecture of the front. But. as though they threatened the pile of building massive and dark in the gloom. like a swift messenger rousing those within. striding on cautiously to come together in the courtyard. and showing where balustrades. moved in a rising wind. the chateau began to make itself strangely visible by some light of its own. not for long. 407 of 670 . through the woods. arches. picking out transparent places. glanced down from behind his chimneys at the darkening faces by the fountain below. The trees environing the old chateau. North. The night deepened. uneasy rushes of wind went through the hall. Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly. four heavytreading. Presently. keeping its solitary state apart.

The mender of roads. and the horse in a foam stood at Monsieur Gabelle’s door. Soon. and two hundred and fifty particular friends. and galloped up the stony steep. clattered away through the village. gentlemen— officers! The chateau is on fire. At the gate. and bridle was drawn in the space by the village fountain. Then it soared higher. and never moved. ‘Help. The rider from the chateau. looking at the pillar of fire in the sky. Gabelle! Help. ‘Help. removed from them. every one!’ The tocsin rang impatiently. There was spurring and splashing through the darkness. help!’ The officers looked towards the soldiers who looked at the fire.’ said they. grimly. to the prison on the crag. a group of officers were looking at the fire. A faint murmur arose about the house from the few people who were left there. stared out of fire. and grew broader and brighter. a group of soldiers. from a score of the great windows. valuable objects may be saved from the flames by timely aid! Help. flames burst forth. and there was a saddling of a horse and riding away. stood with folded arms at the fountain.A Tale of Two Cities and windows were. gave no 408 of 670 . ‘It must be forty feet high. and the horse in a foam. but other help (if that were any) there was none. and the stone faces awakened.

With the rising and falling of the blaze. and in a moment of reluctance and hesitation on that functionary’s part. In the roaring and raging of the conflagration. with shrugs and biting of lips. When great masses of stone and timber fell. The mender of roads. had darted into their houses. the face with the two dints in the nose became obscured: anon struggled out of the smoke again. 409 of 670 . and were putting candles in every dull little pane of glass.A Tale of Two Cities orders. had remarked that carriages were good to make bonfires with. and the two hundred and fifty particular friends. The chateau was left to itself to flame and burn.’ As the rider rattled down the hill again and through the street. and that post-horses would roast. the stone faces showed as if they were in torment. seemed to be blowing the edifice away. as if it were the face of the cruel Marquis. the mender of roads. and answered. the village was illuminating. a red-hot wind. burning at the stake and contending with the fire. driving straight from the infernal regions. occasioned candles to be borrowed in a rather peremptory manner of Monsieur Gabelle. ‘It must burn. once so submissive to authority. The general scarcity of everything. inspired as one man and woman by the idea of lighting up.

trees at a distance. guided by the beacon they had lighted. scorched and shrivelled. and no rent at all. begirt the blazing edifice with a new forest of smoke. rang for joy. fire. The illuminated village had seized hold of the tocsin. East. Great rents and splits branched out in the solid walls. Not only that.A Tale of Two Cities The chateau burned. abolishing the lawful ringer. North. the water ran dry. and trickled down into four rugged wells of flame. and. the nearest trees. like crystallisation. that Gabelle had got in those latter days—became impatient for an interview with him. Molten lead and iron boiled in the marble basin of the fountain. four fierce figures trudged away.enshrouded roads. fired by the four fierce figures. and. but the village. and South. towards their next destination. West. light-headed with famine. and bethinking itself that Monsieur Gabelle had to do with the collection of rent and taxes—though it was but a small instalment of taxes. summoned him to come forth for personal conference. stupefied birds wheeled about and dropped into the furnace. and bell-ringing. along the night. Monsieur Gabelle did heavily bar his door. laid hold of by the fire. surrounding his house. the extinguisher tops of the towers vanished like ice before the heat. and retire to hold counsel with 410 of 670 . Whereupon.

himself. with the distant chateau for fire and candle. Within a hundred miles. Probably. not to mention his having an ill-omened lamp slung across the road before his posting-house gate. The result of that conference was. view. combined with the joy-ringing. there were other villagers and townspeople 411 of 670 . whom the rising sun found hanging across once-peaceful streets. to pitch himself head foremost over the parapet. and the beating at his door. and edit PDF. A trying suspense. if his door were broken in (he was a small Southern man of retaliative temperament). and crush a man or two below. that night and other nights. and Monsieur Gabelle came down bringing his life with him for that while. Monsieur Gabelle passed a long night up there. ready to take that plunge into it upon which Monsieur Gabelle had resolved! But. also. and in the light of other fires. and the rushcandles of the village guttering out. the friendly dawn appearing at last. which the village showed a lively inclination to displace in his favour. that Gabelle again withdrew himself to his housetop behind his stack of chimneys. where they had been born and bred. Download the free trial version.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. the people happily dispersed. there were other functionaries less fortunate. to be passing a whole summer night on the brink of the black ocean. for music. this time resolved.

and South. and whosoever hung. upon whom the functionaries and soldiery turned with success. fire burned. by any stretch of mathematics. The altitude of the gallows that would turn to water and quench it. West. be that as it would. was able to calculate successfully. no functionary. But. 412 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities less fortunate than the mender of roads and his fellows. North. and whom they strung up in their turn. the fierce figures were steadily wending East.

Three more birthdays of little Lucie had been woven by the golden thread into the peaceful tissue of the life of her home. as a class. higher and higher. Many a night and many a day had its inmates listened to the echoes in the corner. with hearts that failed them when they heard the thronging feet. For. and this life together. tumultuous under a red flag and with their country declared in danger.A Tale of Two Cities XXIV Drawn to the Loadstone Rock In such risings of fire and risings of sea—the firm earth shaken by the rushes of an angry ocean which had now no ebb. the footsteps had become to their minds as the footsteps of a people. by terrible enchantment long persisted in. changed into wild beasts. to the terror and wonder of the beholders on the shore—three years of tempest were consumed. had dissociated himself from the phenomenon of his not being appreciated: of his being so little wanted in France. but was always on the flow. and was so terrified at the sight of him that he could 413 of 670 . Monseigneur. as to incur considerable danger of receiving his dismissal from it. Like the fabled rustic who raised the Devil with infinite pains.

in London. Royalty was gone. the head-quarters and great gatheringplace of Monseigneur. Monseigneur. Moreover. and Monseigneur was by this time scattered far and wide. or it would have been the mark for a hurricane of national bullets. and a mole’s blindness—but it had dropped out and was gone. The Court. Spirits are supposed to haunt the places where their bodies most resorted. was all gone together. and dissimulation.A Tale of Two Cities ask the Enemy no question. so. As was natural. corruption. it was 414 of 670 . after boldly reading the Lord’s Prayer backwards for a great number of years. had been besieged in its Palace and ‘suspended. It had never been a good eye to see with—had long had the mote in it of Lucifer’s pride. was Tellson’s Bank. The shining Bull’s Eye of the Court was gone. but immediately fled. The August of the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety-two was come. Sardana—palus’s luxury.’ when the last tidings came over. and Monseigneur without a guinea haunted the spot where his guineas used to be. from that exclusive inner circle to its outermost rotten ring of intrigue. no sooner beheld him in his terrors than he took to his noble heels. and performing many other potent spells for compelling the Evil One.

Mr. and this was so well known to the public. misty afternoon. a kind of High Exchange. On a steaming.A Tale of Two Cities the spot to which such French intelligence as was most to be relied upon. and was filled to overflowing. 415 of 670 . was now the news-Exchange. For such variety of reasons. Again: Tellson’s was a munificent house. were always to be heard of there by their needy brethren. for all who ran through Temple Bar to read. and anticipating plunder or confiscation. Again: those nobles who had seen the coming storm in time. It was within half an hour or so of the time of closing. that Tellson’s sometimes wrote the latest news out in a line or so and posted it in the Bank windows. The penitential den once set apart for interviews with the House. and extended great liberality to old customers who had fallen from their high estate. almost as a matter of course. Lorry sat at his desk. talking with him in a low voice. and Charles Darnay stood leaning on it. as to French intelligence. and the inquiries made there were in consequence so numerous. had made provident remittances to Tellson’s. came quickest. Tellson’s was at that time. To which it must be added that every new-comer from France reported himself and his tidings at Tellson’s.

and is in Tellson’s confidence. who ought to be?’ ‘I wish I were going myself. Lorry. nobody will care to interfere with an old fellow of hard upon fourscore when there are so many people there much better worth interfering with. ‘I must still suggest to you—‘ ‘I understand. Lorry.’ ‘My dear Charles. a long journey. 416 of 670 .’ said Charles Darnay. although you are the youngest man that ever lived. As to the uncertain travelling. ‘Unsettled weather.A Tale of Two Cities ‘But.’ said Charles Darnay. It is safe enough for me. who knows the city and the business. if it were not a disorganised city there would be no occasion to send somebody from our House here to our House there. and the winter weather. ‘you touch some of the reasons for my going: not for my staying away. and like one thinking aloud. if I were not prepared to submit myself to a few inconveniences for the sake of Tellson’s. somewhat restlessly. the long journey. with cheerful confidence. uncertain means of travelling. of old. As to its being a disorganised city. That I am too old?’ said Mr. a disorganised country. a city that may not be even safe for you.’ said Mr. after all these years. rather hesitating.

The truth is.’ Mr.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Indeed! You are a pretty fellow to object and advise!’ exclaimed Mr.’ Mr. Only last night.’ ‘And I am.’ he spoke here in his former thoughtful manner. and lowered his voice. that the thought (which I did not mean to utter here. Lorry glanced at the distant House.’ ‘My dear Mr. however) has passed through my mind often. ‘you can have no conception of the difficulty with which our business is transacted.’ said Charles Darnay. and might have the power to persuade to some restraint. Lorry. ‘It is more to the purpose that you say you are. ‘that one might be listened to. ‘You wish you were going yourself? And you a Frenchman born? You are a wise counsellor. I wonder you are not ashamed to mention the name of Lucie! Wishing you were going to France at this time of day!’ ‘However. ‘Yes. with a smile. it is because I am a Frenchman born. in plain reality. having had some sympathy for the miserable people. when I was talking to Lucie—‘ ‘When you were talking to Lucie. Lorry. and of the peril in which our books and papers over yonder are involved. One cannot help thinking. after you had left us. I am not going. The Lord above knows what the compromising 417 of 670 . and having abandoned something to them. Lorry repeated. my dear Charles.

no matter what things. even to you). our parcels 418 of 670 . that getting things out of Paris at this present time. when Tellson’s knows this and says this—Tellson’s. ‘you are to remember. whose bread I have eaten these sixty years—because I am a little stiff about the joints? Why. Lorry. At another time. Lorry. every one of whom had his head hanging on by a single hair as he passed the Barriers. And shall I hang back.’ said Mr. sir!—And. you know. a judicious selection from these with the least possible delay. to half a dozen old codgers here!’ ‘How I admire the gallantry of your youthful spirit. Papers and precious matters were this very day brought to us here (I speak in strict confidence. for who can say that Paris is not set afire to-day. it is not business-like to whisper it. sir. by the strangest bearers you can imagine.A Tale of Two Cities consequences would be to numbers of people. Mr. my dear Charles. and the burying of them.’ ‘Tut! Nonsense. and they might be. is next to an impossibility. I am a boy. or sacked to-morrow! Now. if some of our documents were seized or destroyed. is within the power (without loss of precious time) of scarcely any one but myself. or otherwise getting of them out of harm’s way. if any one. at any time. glancing at the House again.

perhaps. nonsense! When I have executed this little commission. Time enough.’ This dialogue had taken place at Mr. It was too much the way of Monseigneur under his reverses as a refugee. but I will have nothing to say to any of them. for the case has become too pressing to admit of delay. Jerry has been my bodyguard on Sunday nights for a long time past and I am used to him. I shall. nonsense. accept Tellson’s proposal to retire and live at my ease.A Tale of Two Cities would come and go. to think about growing old. with Monseigneur swarming within a yard or two of it. or of having any design in his head but to fly at anybody who touches his master.’ ‘I must say again.’ ‘I must say again that I heartily admire your gallantry and youthfulness. as easily as in business-like Old England. then. Lorry’s usual desk.’ ‘And do you take no one with you?’ ‘All sorts of people have been proposed to me. but now.’ ‘And do you really go to-night?’ ‘I really go to-night. everything is stopped. Nobody will suspect Jerry of being anything but an English bull-dog. and it was 419 of 670 . boastful of what he would do to avenge himself on the rascal-people before long. I intend to take Jerry.

combined with the extravagant plots of Monseigneur for the restoration of a state of things that had utterly exhausted itself. and worn out Heaven and earth as well as itself. his devices for blowing the people up and exterminating them from the face of the earth. was Stryver. and which still kept him so. far on his way to state promotion. which had already made Charles Darnay restless. that had led to it—as if observers of the wretched millions in France. to talk of this terrible Revolution as if it were the only harvest ever known under the skies that had not been sown—as if nothing had ever been done. and of the misused and perverted resources that should have made them prosperous.A Tale of Two Cities much too much the way of native British orthodoxy. years before. And it was such vapouring all about his ears. of the King’s Bench Bar. added to a latent uneasiness in his mind. like a troublesome confusion of blood in his own head. was hard to be endured without some remonstrance by any sane man who knew the truth. and. and had not in plain words recorded what they saw. Among the talkers. loud on the theme: broaching to Monseigneur. had not seen it inevitably coming. and doing without them: and for accomplishing many similar objects akin in their nature to 420 of 670 . or omitted to be done. Such vapouring. therefore.

Him. Tellson and Co. went on to shape itself out. of France. and laying a soiled and unopened letter before him. England. Mr. Evremonde. Lorry could have none. To Monsieur heretofore the Marquis St. the Doctor. turned into English. ran: ‘Very pressing. London. Lorry. Darnay heard with a particular feeling of objection.. Bankers.’ On the marriage morning. dissolved the obligation—kept inviolate between them. Doctor Manette had made it his one urgent and express request to Charles Darnay. that the secret of this name should be—unless he. The address. when the thing that was to be.A Tale of Two Cities the abolition of eagles by sprinkling salt on the tails of the race. 421 of 670 . Nobody else knew it to be his name. his own wife had no suspicion of the fact. The House approached Mr. Confided to the cares of Messrs. and remaining to interpose his word. asked if he had yet discovered any traces of the person to whom it was addressed? The House laid the letter down so close to Darnay that he saw the direction—the more quickly because it was his own right name. and Darnay stood divided between going away that he might hear no more.

They will recompense him now.’ said a third. and This. in French or in English. in reply to the House.’ 422 of 670 . I never knew him. in the person of this plotting and indignant refugee. legs uppermost and half suffocated. there was a general set of the current of talkers past Mr. eyeing the direction through his glass in passing. to everybody now here. ‘Nephew. abandoned the estates when he inherited them. and Monseigneur looked at it in the person of that plotting and indignant refugee. Lorry.’ said another—this Monseigneur had been got out of Paris. and Monseigneur looked at it.A Tale of Two Cities ‘No.’ ‘A craven who abandoned his post. Lorry’s desk.’ said Mr. and left them to the ruffian herd.’ ‘Infected with the new doctrines. ‘set himself in opposition to the last Marquis. ‘Happy to say. I believe—but in any case degenerate successor—of the polished Marquis who was murdered. I hope. concerning the Marquis who was not to be found.’ said one.’ The hands of the clock verging upon the hour of closing the Bank. That. and The Other. He held the letter out inquiringly. I think. as he deserves. and no one can tell me where this gentleman is to be found. all had something disparaging to say. in a load of hay—‘some years ago. ‘I have referred it.

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‘Hey?’ cried the blatant Stryver. ‘Did he though? Is that the sort of fellow? Let us look at his infamous name. D—n the fellow!’ Darnay, unable to restrain himself any longer, touched Mr. Stryver on the shoulder, and said: ‘I know the fellow.’ ‘Do you, by Jupiter?’ said Stryver. ‘I am sorry for it.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Why, Mr. Darnay? D’ye hear what he did? Don’t ask, why, in these times.’ ‘But I do ask why?’ ‘Then I tell you again, Mr. Darnay, I am sorry for it. I am sorry to hear you putting any such extraordinary questions. Here is a fellow, who, infected by the most pestilent and blasphemous code of devilry that ever was known, abandoned his property to the vilest scum of the earth that ever did murder by wholesale, and you ask me why I am sorry that a man who instructs youth knows him? Well, but I’ll answer you. I am sorry because I believe there is contamination in such a scoundrel. That’s why.’ Mindful of the secret, Darnay with great difficulty checked himself, and said: ‘You may not understand the gentleman.’ 423 of 670

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‘I understand how to put YOU in a corner, Mr. Darnay,’ said Bully Stryver, ‘and I’ll do it. If this fellow is a gentleman, I DON’T understand him. You may tell him so, with my compliments. You may also tell him, from me, that after abandoning his worldly goods and position to this butcherly mob, I wonder he is not at the head of them. But, no, gentlemen,’ said Stryver, looking all round, and snapping his fingers, ‘I know something of human nature, and I tell you that you’ll never find a fellow like this fellow, trusting himself to the mercies of such precious PROTEGES. No, gentlemen; he’ll always show ‘em a clean pair of heels very early in the scuffle, and sneak away.’ With those words, and a final snap of his fingers, Mr. Stryver shouldered himself into Fleet-street, amidst the general approbation of his hearers. Mr. Lorry and Charles Darnay were left alone at the desk, in the general departure from the Bank. ‘Will you take charge of the letter?’ said Mr. Lorry. ‘You know where to deliver it?’ ‘I do.’ ‘Will you undertake to explain, that we suppose it to have been addressed here, on the chance of our knowing where to forward it, and that it has been here some time?’ 424 of 670

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‘I will do so. Do you start for Paris from here?’ ‘From here, at eight.’ ‘I will come back, to see you off.’ Very ill at ease with himself, and with Stryver and most other men, Darnay made the best of his way into the quiet of the Temple, opened the letter, and read it. These were its contents: ‘Prison of the Abbaye, Paris. ‘June 21, 1792. ‘MONSIEUR HERETOFORE THE MARQUIS. ‘After having long been in danger of my life at the hands of the village, I have been seized, with great violence and indignity, and brought a long journey on foot to Paris. On the road I have suffered a great deal. Nor is that all; my house has been destroyed—razed to the ground. ‘The crime for which I am imprisoned, Monsieur heretofore the Marquis, and for which I shall be summoned before the tribunal, and shall lose my life (without your so generous help), is, they tell me, treason against the majesty of the people, in that I have acted against them for an emigrant. It is in vain I represent that I have acted for them, and not against, according to your commands. It is in vain I represent that, before the 425 of 670

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sequestration of emigrant property, I had remitted the imposts they had ceased to pay; that I had collected no rent; that I had had recourse to no process. The only response is, that I have acted for an emigrant, and where is that emigrant? ‘Ah! most gracious Monsieur heretofore the Marquis, where is that emigrant? I cry in my sleep where is he? I demand of Heaven, will he not come to deliver me? No answer. Ah Monsieur heretofore the Marquis, I send my desolate cry across the sea, hoping it may perhaps reach your ears through the great bank of Tilson known at Paris! ‘For the love of Heaven, of justice, of generosity, of the honour of your noble name, I supplicate you, Monsieur heretofore the Marquis, to succour and release me. My fault is, that I have been true to you. Oh Monsieur heretofore the Marquis, I pray you be you true to me! ‘From this prison here of horror, whence I every hour tend nearer and nearer to destruction, I send you, Monsieur heretofore the Marquis, the assurance of my dolorous and unhappy service. ‘Your afflicted, ‘Gabelle.’ The latent uneasiness in Darnay’s mind was roused to vigourous life by this letter. The peril of an old servant and 426 of 670

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a good one, whose only crime was fidelity to himself and his family, stared him so reproachfully in the face, that, as he walked to and fro in the Temple considering what to do, he almost hid his face from the passersby. He knew very well, that in his horror of the deed which had culminated the bad deeds and bad reputation of the old family house, in his resentful suspicions of his uncle, and in the aversion with which his conscience regarded the crumbling fabric that he was supposed to uphold, he had acted imperfectly. He knew very well, that in his love for Lucie, his renunciation of his social place, though by no means new to his own mind, had been hurried and incomplete. He knew that he ought to have systematically worked it out and supervised it, and that he had meant to do it, and that it had never been done. The happiness of his own chosen English home, the necessity of being always actively employed, the swift changes and troubles of the time which had followed on one another so fast, that the events of this week annihilated the immature plans of last week, and the events of the week following made all new again; he knew very well, that to the force of these circumstances he had yielded:—not without disquiet, but still without continuous and accumulating resistance. That he had 427 of 670

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watched the times for a time of action, and that they had shifted and struggled until the time had gone by, and the nobility were trooping from France by every highway and byway, and their property was in course of confiscation and destruction, and their very names were blotting out, was as well known to himself as it could be to any new authority in France that might impeach him for it. But, he had oppressed no man, he had imprisoned no man; he was so far from having harshly exacted payment of his dues, that he had relinquished them of his own will, thrown himself on a world with no favour in it, won his own private place there, and earned his own bread. Monsieur Gabelle had held the impoverished and involved estate on written instructions, to spare the people, to give them what little there was to give—such fuel as the heavy creditors would let them have in the winter, and such produce as could be saved from the same grip in the summer—and no doubt he had put the fact in plea and proof, for his own safety, so that it could not but appear now. This favoured the desperate resolution Charles Darnay had begun to make, that he would go to Paris. Yes. Like the mariner in the old story, the winds and streams had driven him within the influence of the 428 of 670

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Loadstone Rock, and it was drawing him to itself, and he must go. Everything that arose before his mind drifted him on, faster and faster, more and more steadily, to the terrible attraction. His latent uneasiness had been, that bad aims were being worked out in his own unhappy land by bad instruments, and that he who could not fail to know that he was better than they, was not there, trying to do something to stay bloodshed, and assert the claims of mercy and humanity. With this uneasiness half stifled, and half reproaching him, he had been brought to the pointed comparison of himself with the brave old gentleman in whom duty was so strong; upon that comparison (injurious to himself) had instantly followed the sneers of Monseigneur, which had stung him bitterly, and those of Stryver, which above all were coarse and galling, for old reasons. Upon those, had followed Gabelle’s letter: the appeal of an innocent prisoner, in danger of death, to his justice, honour, and good name. His resolution was made. He must go to Paris. Yes. The Loadstone Rock was drawing him, and he must sail on, until he struck. He knew of no rock; he saw hardly any danger. The intention with which he had done what he had done, even although he had left it incomplete, presented it before him in an aspect that 429 of 670

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would be gratefully acknowledged in France on his presenting himself to assert it. Then, that glorious vision of doing good, which is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds, arose before him, and he even saw himself in the illusion with some influence to guide this raging Revolution that was running so fearfully wild. As he walked to and fro with his resolution made, he considered that neither Lucie nor her father must know of it until he was gone. Lucie should be spared the pain of separation; and her father, always reluctant to turn his thoughts towards the dangerous ground of old, should come to the knowledge of the step, as a step taken, and not in the balance of suspense and doubt. How much of the incompleteness of his situation was referable to her father, through the painful anxiety to avoid reviving old associations of France in his mind, he did not discuss with himself. But, that circumstance too, had had its influence in his course. He walked to and fro, with thoughts very busy, until it was time to return to Tellson’s and take leave of Mr. Lorry. As soon as he arrived in Paris he would present himself to this old friend, but he must say nothing of his intention now.

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A carriage with post-horses was ready at the Bank door, and Jerry was booted and equipped. ‘I have delivered that letter,’ said Charles Darnay to Mr. Lorry. ‘I would not consent to your being charged with any written answer, but perhaps you will take a verbal one?’ ‘That I will, and readily,’ said Mr. Lorry, ‘if it is not dangerous.’ ‘Not at all. Though it is to a prisoner in the Abbaye.’ ‘What is his name?’ said Mr. Lorry, with his open pocket-book in his hand. ‘Gabelle.’ ‘Gabelle. And what is the message to the unfortunate Gabelle in prison?’ ‘Simply, ‘that he has received the letter, and will come.’’ ‘Any time mentioned?’ ‘He will start upon his journey to-morrow night.’ ‘Any person mentioned?’ ‘No.’ He helped Mr. Lorry to wrap himself in a number of coats and cloaks, and went out with him from the warm atmosphere of the old Bank, into the misty air of Fleetstreet. ‘My love to Lucie, and to little Lucie,’ said Mr. 431 of 670

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Lorry at parting, ‘and take precious care of them till I come back.’ Charles Darnay shook his head and doubtfully smiled, as the carriage rolled away. That night—it was the fourteenth of August—he sat up late, and wrote two fervent letters; one was to Lucie, explaining the strong obligation he was under to go to Paris, and showing her, at length, the reasons that he had, for feeling confident that he could become involved in no personal danger there; the other was to the Doctor, confiding Lucie and their dear child to his care, and dwelling on the same topics with the strongest assurances. To both, he wrote that he would despatch letters in proof of his safety, immediately after his arrival. It was a hard day, that day of being among them, with the first reservation of their joint lives on his mind. It was a hard matter to preserve the innocent deceit of which they were profoundly unsuspicious. But, an affectionate glance at his wife, so happy and busy, made him resolute not to tell her what impended (he had been half moved to do it, so strange it was to him to act in anything without her quiet aid), and the day passed quickly. Early in the evening he embraced her, and her scarcely less dear namesake, pretending that he would return by-and-bye (an imaginary engagement took him out, and he had 432 of 670

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secreted a valise of clothes ready), and so he emerged into the heavy mist of the heavy streets, with a heavier heart. The unseen force was drawing him fast to itself, now, and all the tides and winds were setting straight and strong towards it. He left his two letters with a trusty porter, to be delivered half an hour before midnight, and no sooner; took horse for Dover; and began his journey. ‘For the love of Heaven, of justice, of generosity, of the honour of your noble name!’ was the poor prisoner’s cry with which he strengthened his sinking heart, as he left all that was dear on earth behind him, and floated away for the Loadstone Rock. The end of the second book.

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I In Secret
The traveller fared slowly on his way, who fared towards Paris from England in the autumn of the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety-two. More than enough of bad roads, bad equipages, and bad horses, he would have encountered to delay him, though the fallen and unfortunate King of France had been upon his throne in all his glory; but, the changed times were fraught with other obstacles than these. Every town-gate and village taxing-house had its band of citizen- patriots, with their national muskets in a most explosive state of readiness, who stopped all comers and goers, cross-questioned them, inspected their papers, looked for their names in lists of their own, turned them back, or sent them on, or stopped them and laid them in hold, as their capricious judgment or fancy deemed best for the dawning Republic One and Indivisible, of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death. A very few French leagues of his journey were accomplished, when Charles Darnay began to perceive that for him along these country roads there was no hope of return until he should have been declared a good

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therefore. He had been days upon his journey in France alone. when he went to bed tired out. he could not have felt his freedom more completely gone. Whatever might befall now. but retarded his progress twenty times in a day. but he knew it to be another iron door in the series that was barred between him and England. not a common barrier dropped across the road behind him. The universal watchfulness so encompassed him. by riding after him and taking him back. Nothing but the production of the afflicted Gabelle’s letter from his prison of the Abbaye would have got him on so far.A Tale of Two Cities citizen at Paris. This universal watchfulness not only stopped him on the highway twenty times in a stage. Not a mean village closed upon him. And he was. he must on to his journey’s end. His difficulty at the guard-house in this small place had been such. in a little town on the high road. or were being forwarded to his destination in a cage. still a long way from Paris. riding before him and stopping him by anticipation. that if he had been taken in a net. that he felt his journey to have come to a crisis. riding with him and keeping him in charge. as little surprised as a man could be. to find himself awakened at the small inn to 436 of 670 .

under an escort. ‘Peace. where other patriots in rough red caps were smoking.’ ‘I have no choice. and sleeping. who sat down on the bed. Awakened by a timid local functionary and three armed patriots in rough red caps and with pipes in their mouths.’ said the functionary. drinking. and must have an escort—and must pay for it. by a watch-fire. ‘Choice! Listen to him!’ cried the same scowling redcap. emigrant.A Tale of Two Cities which he had been remitted until morning. I desire nothing more than to get to Paris.’ said Charles Darnay. aristocrat!’ ‘It is as the good patriot says. striking at the coverlet with the butt-end of his musket. ‘As if it was not a favour to be protected from the lamp-iron!’ ‘It is always as the good patriot says. Here he 437 of 670 . in the middle of the night. ‘Emigrant.’ Darnay complied.’ ‘Citizen.’ observed the functionary. ‘Rise and dress yourself.’ observed the timid functionary. ‘I am going to send you on to Paris. and was taken back to the guardhouse. though I could dispense with the escort.’ ‘Silence!’ growled a red-cap. ‘You are an aristocrat.

who rode one on either side of him. the end of which one of the patriots kept girded round his wrist. for. but a loose line was attached to his bridle. In this state they set forth with the sharp rain driving in their faces: clattering at a heavy dragoon trot over the uneven town pavement. he 438 of 670 . halting an hour or two after daybreak. that they twisted straw round their bare legs.A Tale of Two Cities paid a heavy price for his escort. armed with national muskets and sabres.deep leagues that lay between them and the capital. and lying by until the twilight fell. Apart from the personal discomfort of being so attended. and hence he started with it on the wet. Charles Darnay did not allow the restraint that was laid upon him to awaken any serious fears in his breast. and apart from such considerations of present danger as arose from one of the patriots being chronically drunk. all the mire. In this state they traversed without change. They travelled in the night. and carrying his musket very recklessly. except of horses and pace. wet roads at three o’clock in the morning. The escorted governed his own horse. The escort were two mounted patriots in red caps and tri-coloured cockades. The escort were so wretchedly clothed. and out upon the mire-deep roads. and thatched their ragged shoulders to keep the wet off.

hammer in hand. of my own will?’ ‘You are a cursed emigrant.A Tale of Two Cities reasoned with himself that it could have no reference to the merits of an individual case that was not yet stated. An ominous crowd gathered to see him dismount of the posting-yard. my friends! Do you not see me here. resuming it as his safest place. 439 of 670 .’ cried a farrier. ‘Ay! and condemned as a traitor. let him be! He will be judged at Paris. making at him in a furious manner through the press. and soothingly said. ‘Let him be. But when they came to the town of Beauvais—which they did at eventide. ‘Down with the emigrant!’ He stopped in the act of swinging himself out of his saddle.’ ‘Judged!’ repeated the farrier. said: ‘Emigrant. and many voices called out loudly. ‘and you are a cursed aristocrat!’ The postmaster interposed himself between this man and the rider’s bridle (at which he was evidently making). that were not yet made. swinging his hammer. confirmable by the prisoner in the Abbaye. and of representations. in France. and. when the streets were filled with people—he could not conceal from himself that the aspect of affairs was very alarming.’ At this the crowd roared approval.

but.’ ‘He lies!’ cried the smith. who was for turning his horse’s head to the yard (the drunken patriot sat composedly in his saddle looking on. ‘Truly. with the line round his wrist). or you are deceived. which another instant would have brought upon him. and stood beside him in the yard. you deceive yourselves. and the crowd groaned. ‘What is this decree that the smith spoke of?’ Darnay asked the postmaster. His cursed life is not his own!’ At the instant when Darnay saw a rush in the eyes of the crowd. the escort rode in close upon his horse’s flanks.’ ‘When passed?’ ‘On the fourteenth. the postmaster turned his horse into the yard.A Tale of Two Cities Checking the postmaster. Darnay said. His life is forfeit to the people. a decree for selling the property of emigrants.’ ‘The day I left England!’ 440 of 670 . no more was done. ‘He is a traitor since the decree. when he had thanked him. The farrier struck a blow upon them with his hammer. and the postmaster shut and barred the crazy double gates. as soon as he could make his voice heard: ‘Friends. I am not a traitor.

441 of 670 . or all drawn up together singing a Liberty song. not steeped in darkness. they would come to a cluster of poor cottages. not the least was the seeming rarity of sleep. shrugging his shoulders.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Everybody says it is but one of several. or there will be. but all glittering with lights. there was sleep in Beauvais that night to help them out of it and they passed on once more into solitude and loneliness: jingling through the untimely cold and wet. That is what he meant when he said your life was not your own. Among the many wild changes observable on familiar things which made this wild ride unreal. and condemning all to death who return. ‘there may be. Happily. What would you have?’ They rested on some straw in a loft until the middle of the night. among impoverished fields that had yielded no fruits of the earth that year. and that there will be others—if there are not already-banishing all emigrants.’ ‘But there are no such decrees yet?’ ‘What do I know!’ said the postmaster. however. It is all the same. and then rode forward again when all the town was asleep. in a ghostly manner in the dead of the night. After long and lonely spurring over dreary roads. and would find the people. circling hand in hand round a shrivelled tree of Liberty.

The barrier was closed and strongly guarded when they rode up to it. of patriot patrols on the watch on all the roads. and which he had paid for. who was summoned out by the guard.’ repeated the same personage. meanwhile. Charles Darnay requested the speaker to take notice that he was a free traveller and French citizen. Naturally struck by the disagreeable word. they 442 of 670 . and produced them. ‘Where are the papers of this prisoner?’ demanded a resolute-looking man in authority. and sharp reining up across their way. in charge of an escort which the disturbed state of the country had imposed upon him. Daylight at last found them before the wall of Paris. the same personage in authority showed some disorder and surprise. He left escort and escorted without saying a word. however.A Tale of Two Cities diversified by the blackened remains of burnt houses. and looked at Darnay with a close attention. without taking any heed of him whatever. ‘are the papers of this prisoner?’ The drunken patriot had them in his cap. and went into the guard-room. ‘Where. Casting his eyes over Gabelle’s letter. and by the sudden emergence from ambuscade.

taking note of these things. A numerous medley of men and women. turned and rode away without entering the city. Looking about him while in this state of suspense. When he had sat in his saddle some half-hour. Then he delivered to the escort. Some of these people knew their turn for examination to be so far off. He did so. that they lay down on the ground to sleep or smoke. and the two patriots. Charles Darnay observed that the gate was held by a mixed guard of soldiers and patriots. Darnay found himself confronted by the same man in authority. not to mention beasts and vehicles of various sorts. drunk and sober. was waiting to issue forth. 443 of 670 . and that while ingress into the city for peasants’ carts bringing in supplies. the latter far outnumbering the former.A Tale of Two Cities sat upon their horses outside the gate. The red cap and tri-colour cockade were universal. and for similar traffic and traffickers. a receipt for the escorted. both among men and women. while others talked together. or loitered about. even for the homeliest people. was very difficult. but. that they filtered through the barrier very slowly. the previous identification was so strict. egress. was easy enough. leading his tired horse. and requested him to dismount. who directed the guard to open the barrier.

smelling of common wine and tobacco. drunkenness and sobriety. asleep and awake. You are consigned. and in various neutral states between sleeping and waking. and half from the overcast day. was in a correspondingly uncertain condition.’ 444 of 670 . half derived from the waning oil-lamps of the night.’ ‘Where married?’ ‘In England. Evremonde?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Without doubt.’ ‘Without doubt. Some registers were lying open on a desk. The light in the guard-house. to the prison of La Force. where certain soldiers and patriots. presided over these. dark aspect. were standing and lying about. ‘Is this the emigrant Evremonde?’ ‘This is the man.A Tale of Two Cities He accompanied his conductor into a guard-room. Where is your wife.’ ‘Married. as he took a slip of paper to write on.s conductor. drunk and sober.’ said he to Darnay&#x2019. Evremonde.’ ‘Your age. Evremonde?’ ‘Thirty-seven. Evremonde?’ ‘In England. ‘Citizen Defarge. and an officer of a coarse.

‘who married the daughter of Doctor Manette. ‘Is it you.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Just Heaven!’ exclaimed Darnay. The officer wrote until he had finished. ‘We have new laws. looking at him with surprise.’ was the stolid reply. The prisoner obeyed.’ said Defarge.’ He said it with a hard smile. 445 of 670 . and new offences. and handed it to Defarge. and for what offence?’ The officer looked up from his slip of paper for a moment. as they went down the guardhouse steps and turned into Paris. Is not that my right?’ ‘Emigrants have no rights. since you were here. ‘I entreat you to observe that I have come here voluntarily. I demand no more than the opportunity to do so without delay. read over to himself what he had written. in a low voice. and a guard of two armed patriots attended them.’ replied Darnay. with the words ‘In secret. ‘Under what law. once a prisoner in the Bastille that is no more?’ ‘Yes. and went on writing. Evremonde.’ Defarge motioned with the paper to the prisoner that he must accompany him. Evremonde. in response to that written appeal of a fellowcountryman which lies before you. sanded it.

’ Defarge spoke. According to its nature.’ said Defarge. to say with sudden impatience. You can say what it is. Will you render me a little help?’ ‘None.A Tale of Two Cities ‘My name is Defarge. a minute ago. and called La Guillotine. that I am absolutely lost. Possibly you have heard of me. ‘Indeed I am lost here. and I keep a wine-shop in the Quarter Saint Antoine. so sudden and unfair.’ ‘In this prison that I am going to so unjustly. speaking with knitted brows. so changed. Do you not believe it is the truth?’ ‘A bad truth for you. and looking straight before him. All here is so unprecedented. ‘In the name of that sharp female newly-born. ‘Will you answer me a single question?’ ‘Perhaps.’ ‘My wife came to your house to reclaim her father? Yes!’ The word ‘wife’ seemed to serve as a gloomy reminder to Defarge. shall I have some free communication with the world outside?’ ‘You will see. always looking straight before him. why did you come to France?’ ‘You heard me say why.’ 446 of 670 .

He. My duty is to my country and the People. ‘nothing for you. an English gentleman who is now in Paris. that I should be able to communicate to Mr. But. made haste to say: ‘It is of the utmost importance to me (you know. without comment.’ Defarge glanced darkly at him for answer. The deeper he sank into this silence. and his pride was touched besides. view. ‘I am not to be buried there. and without any means of presenting my case?’ ‘You will see. Lorry of Tellson’s Bank. against you. and walked on in a steady and set silence. of how much importance). he could not but see how used the people were to 447 of 670 .’ ‘But never by me.’ Charles Darnay felt it hopeless to entreat him further. therefore. Citizen. and edit PDF. prejudged. the fainter hope there was—or so Darnay thought—of his softening in any slight degree. I will do nothing for you. Citizen Defarge. As they walked on in silence.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. before now. I am the sworn servant of both. Will you cause that to be done for me?’ ‘I will do.’ Defarge doggedly rejoined. the simple fact. that I have been thrown into the prison of La Force. Download the free trial version. what then? Other people have been similarly buried in worse prisons. even better than I.

otherwise. that a man in good clothes should be going to prison. and that the foreign ambassadors had one and all left Paris. dark. The few words that he caught from this man’s lips. In one narrow. of the king and the royal family. he of course knew now. imagined by the light of this later 448 of 670 . and might thicken faster and faster yet. if he could have foreseen the events of a few days. was addressing an excited audience on the crimes against the people. On the road (except at Beauvais) he had heard absolutely nothing. He could not but admit to himself that he might not have made this journey. And yet his misgivings were not so dark as. and a few shook their fingers at him as an aristocrat. That he had fallen among far greater dangers than those which had developed themselves when he left England.A Tale of Two Cities the spectacle of prisoners passing along the streets. first made it known to Charles Darnay that the king was in prison. was no more remarkable than that a labourer in working clothes should be going to work. The escort and the universal watchfulness had completely isolated him. he of course knew now. The very children scarcely noticed him. That perils had thickened about him fast. mounted on a stool. A few passers turned their heads. and dirty street through which they passed. an excited orator.

it was the unknown future. was as far out of his knowledge as if it had been a hundred thousand years away. which was enough to carry into a dreary prison courtyard. to whom Defarge presented ‘The Emigrant Evremonde. he dreaded nothing distinctly. by name. they would appear. which.’ ‘What the Devil! How many more of them!’ exclaimed the man with the bloated face. How could they have a place in the shadowy conceptions of a gentle mind? Of unjust treatment in detention and hardship. but. The frightful deeds that were to be soon done. was to set a great mark of blood upon the blessed garnering time of harvest. beyond this. The horrible massacre. Troubled as the future was. and in its obscurity there was ignorant hope. With this on his mind. 449 of 670 . A man with a bloated face opened the strong wicket. or to the generality of people. or the certainty. The ‘sharp female newlyborn. days and nights long. he arrived at the prison of La Force. and called La Guillotine.A Tale of Two Cities time. he foreshadowed the likelihood.’ was hardly known to him. were probably unimagined at that time in the brains of the doers. within a few rounds of the clock. and in cruel separation from his wife and child.

becomes manifest in all such places that are ill cared for! ‘In secret. left with his wife.A Tale of Two Cities Defarge took his receipt without noticing the exclamation. my dear!’ Three turnkeys who entered responsive to a bell she rang. merely replied. dark and filthy. too. ‘As if I was not already full to bursting!’ He stuck the paper on a file. ‘What the Devil. and Charles Darnay awaited his further pleasure for half an hour: sometimes. and with a horrible smell of foul sleep in it. and withdrew. ‘One must have patience.’ grumbled the gaoler. being provided with no answer to the question. pacing to and fro in the strong arched room: sometimes. in an ill-humour. The prison of La Force was a gloomy prison. with his two fellow-patriots. 450 of 670 . echoed the sentiment. resting on a stone seat: in either case detained to be imprinted on the memory of the chief and his subordinates. ‘How many more!’ The gaoler’s wife.’ which sounded in that place like an inappropriate conclusion. ‘For the love of Liberty. I say again!’ exclaimed the gaoler. and one added. looking at the written paper. Extraordinary how soon the noisome flavour of imprisoned sleep.

all waiting their dismissal from the 451 of 670 . until they came into a large. low. and with all the engaging graces and courtesies of life. his new charge accompanied him by corridor and staircase. emigrant.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Come!’ said the chief. at length taking up his keys.’ Through the dismal prison twilight. crowded with prisoners of both sexes. But the crowning unreality of his long unreal ride. many doors clanging and locking behind them. vaulted chamber. reading and writing. So strangely clouded were these refinements by the prison manners and gloom. and embroidering. so spectral did they become in the inappropriate squalor and misery through which they were seen. was. their all at once rising to receive him. the ghost of stateliness. with every refinement of manner known to the time. The women were seated at a long table. knitting. the ghost of youth. sewing. the ghost of wit. the ghost of age. or lingering up and down the room. the ghost of frivolity. the new-comer recoiled from this company. the ghost of elegance. the ghost of pride. In the instinctive association of prisoners with shameful crime and disgrace. Ghosts all! The ghost of beauty. ‘come with me. the men were for the most part standing behind their chairs. that Charles Darnay seemed to stand in a company of the dead.

May it soon terminate happily! It would be an impertinence elsewhere. and the mature woman delicately bred—that the inversion of all experience and likelihood which the scene of shadows presented. Surely. ‘I have the honour of giving you welcome to La Force. Surely. The gaoler standing at his side. but it is not so here. the young beauty. 452 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities desolate shore. who would have been well enough as to appearance in the ordinary exercise of their functions. and of condoling with you on the calamity that has brought you among us. ghosts all. the long unreal ride some progress of disease that had brought him to these gloomy shades! ‘In the name of the assembled companions in misfortune. to ask your name and condition?’ Charles Darnay roused himself. It struck him motionless. in words as suitable as he could find.’ said a gentleman of courtly appearance and address. and the other gaolers moving about. was heightened to its utmost. and gave the required information. coming forward. all turning on him eyes that were changed by the death they had died in coming there. looked so extravagantly coarse contrasted with sorrowing mothers and blooming daughters who were there—with the apparitions of the coquette.

’ Then he added. the gaoler opened a low black door.A Tale of Two Cities ‘But I hope. at first. ‘I grieve to inform the society—in secret.’ ‘Ah. leading upward. what a pity! We so much regret it! But take courage.’ There was a murmur of commiseration as Charles Darnay crossed the room to a grated door where the gaoler awaited him. When they bad ascended forty steps (the prisoner of half an hour already counted them). It struck cold and damp. The wicket opened on a stone staircase. raising his voice. who moved across the room. to render the thanks of his heart. ‘that you are not in secret?’ ‘I do not understand the meaning of the term. but I have heard them say so. ‘Yours. but was not dark. following the chief gaoler with his eyes. and it has lasted but a short time. and the apparitions vanished from his sight forever. and many voices—among which. several members of our society have been in secret.’ said the gentleman. He turned at the grated door. the soft and compassionate voices of women were conspicuous—gave him good wishes and encouragement.’ said the gaoler. it closed under the gaoler’s hand. and they passed into a solitary cell. 453 of 670 .

he thought in the same wandering way. a wandering fancy wandered through the mind of the prisoner leaning against the wall opposite to him. he turned from it with a sick feeling. and thought. both in face and person. before going out. you may buy your food. At present. a table.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Why am I confined alone?’ ‘How do I know!’ ‘I can buy pen. ‘He made shoes. ‘And here in these crawling creatures is the first condition of the body after death. he 454 of 670 . a chair. and of the four walls.’ The prisoner walked to and fro in his cell. that this gaoler was so unwholesomely bloated. five paces by four and a half. As the gaoler made a general inspection of these objects. and the roar of the city arose like muffled drums with a wild swell of voices added to them. When the gaoler was gone. and a straw mattress. he made shoes. ink. ‘Now am I left. and can ask then. and nothing more. and paper?’ ‘Such are not my orders.’ ‘Five paces by four and a half. to look down at the mattress.’ There were in the cell.’ Stopping then. You will be visited. as to look like a man who had been drowned and filled with water. five paces by four and a half. as if I were dead. counting its measurement.

who was leaning in the embrasure of a window. and she had a light shining upon her golden hair. but with the wail of voices that he knew. ‘The ghosts that vanished when the wicket closed. the appearance of a lady dressed in black.A Tale of Two Cities made shoes. to draw his mind with him from that latter repetition. through the illuminated villages with the people all awake! * * * * He made shoes. he made shoes. in the swell that rose above them.’ With such scraps tossing and rolling upward from the depths of his mind. and paced faster. and the roar of the city changed to this extent—that it still rolled in like muffled drums. 455 of 670 . he made shoes. for God’s sake.’ The prisoner counted the measurement again. There was one among them. and she looked like * * * * Let us ride on again. the prisoner walked faster and faster. * * * * Five paces by four and a half. obstinately counting and counting.

and then confiscated. and the three strong men absolving themselves from the sin of having drawn his high wages. or Death. Monseigneur’s house had been first sequestrated. he was still in his metempsychosis no other than the same Monseigneur. established in the Saint Germain Quarter of Paris. approached by a courtyard and shut off from the street by a high wall and a strong gate. by being more than ready and willing to cut his throat on the altar of the dawning Republic one and indivisible of Liberty. that now upon the third night of the autumn month of September. and decree followed decree with that fierce precipitation. was in a wing of a large house. Fraternity. A mere beast of the chase flying from hunters. Monseigneur gone. The house belonged to a great nobleman who had lived in it until he made a flight from the troubles. and got across the borders. all things moved so fast. in his own cook’s dress. For.A Tale of Two Cities II The Grindstone Tellson’s Bank. Equality. patriot 456 of 670 . the preparation of whose chocolate for whose lips had once occupied three strong men besides the cook in question.

and what would lie there. but he was still to be seen on the ceiling. a French Tellson’s could get on with these things exceedingly well. in the coolest linen. Tellson’s had whitewashed the Cupid. no man had taken fright at them. and had marked it with the tri-colour. What money would be drawn out of Tellson’s henceforth. would soon have driven the House out of its mind and into the Gazette. London. and even to a Cupid over the counter? Yet such things were. what plate and jewels would tarnish in Tellson’s hidingplaces. and. and were drinking brandy in its state apartments. who danced in public on the slightest provocation. Yet. and drawn out his money. what would staid British responsibility and respectability have said to orange-trees in boxes in a Bank courtyard. Bankruptcy must inevitably have come of this young Pagan. and also of a curtained alcove in the rear of the immortal boy. as long as the times held together. aiming (as he very often does) at money from morning to night. and also of a looking-glass let into the wall. A place of business in London like Tellson’s place of business in Paris. in Lombardstreet. lost and forgotten. while the depositors rusted in prisons.A Tale of Two Cities emissaries of the law were in possession of Monseigneur’s house. and also of clerks not at all old. For. and when 457 of 670 .

lie strong root-ivy. All such circumstances were indifferent to him. in his fidelity to the House of which he had grown to be a part. was a large grindstone: a roughly mounted thing which appeared to have hurriedly been brought there from some neighbouring smithy. He occupied rooms in the Bank. so that he did his duty. how many accounts with Tellson’s never to be balanced in this world. though he thought heavily of these questions. under a colonnade. it chanced that they derived a kind of security from the patriotic occupation of the main building. standing out in the open air. any more than Mr. On the opposite side of the courtyard. but the true-hearted old gentleman never calculated about that. must be carried over into the next. or other 458 of 670 . Against two of the pillars were fastened two great flaring flambeaux. He sat by a newlylighted wood fire (the blighted and unfruitful year was prematurely cold). that night. was extensive standing—for carriages—where. or any object in the room distortedly reflect—a shade of horror. indeed. and in the light of these. no man could have said. some carriages of Monseigneur yet stood. Jarvis Lorry could.A Tale of Two Cities they should have violently perished. and on his honest and courageous face there was a deeper shade than the pendent lamp could throw.

and all was quiet. clasping his hands. ‘Thank God. The nervousness and dread that were upon him inspired that vague uneasiness respecting the Bank. May He have mercy on all who are in danger!’ Soon afterwards. Download the free trial version. and he had closed both again. and he shivered through his frame. which a great change would naturally awaken. view. as he had expected. and he heard the gate clash again. Mr. He had opened. as if some unwonted sounds of a terrible nature were going up to Heaven.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. ‘that no one near and dear to me is in this dreadful town tonight. workshop. But. and retired to his seat by the fire. with now and then an indescribable ring in it. there was no loud irruption into the courtyard. Lorry shivered. with such feelings roused. Rising and looking out of window at these harmless objects. and edit PDF. It was well guarded. not only the glass window. and he thought. but the lattice blind outside it.’ said Mr. weird and unearthly. ‘They have come back!’ and sat listening. the bell at the great gate sounded. when his door 459 of 670 . From the streets beyond the high wall and the strong gate. Lorry. there came the usual night hum of the city. and he got up to go among the trusty people who were watching it.

and a 460 of 670 . An errand of generosity brought him here unknown to us. Lorry. in Paris?’ ‘Has been here some days—three or four—I don’t know how many— I can’t collect my thoughts. ‘What is this?’ cried Mr. imploringly. he was stopped at the barrier. the beg of the great gate rang again.’ ‘What of Charles?’ ‘Here. and sent to prison. and two figures rushed in. ‘Here. ‘What is the matter? Lucie! Manette! What has happened? What has brought you here? What is it?’ With the look fixed upon him. breathless and confused. she panted out in his arms.’ The old man uttered an irrepressible cry. in her paleness and wildness. Almost at the same moment. and with that old look of earnestness so concentrated and intensified. ‘O my dear friend! My husband!’ ‘Your husband. Lucie and her father! Lucie with her arms stretched out to him. Lucie?’ ‘Charles. at sight of which he fell back in amazement. that it seemed as though it had been stamped upon her face expressly to give force and power to it in this one passage of her life.A Tale of Two Cities suddenly opened.

‘Don’t look!’ cried Mr. for your life. I told Lucie so. Lorry. ‘Don’t look!’ cried Mr. My old pain has given me a power that has brought us through the barrier. don’t touch the blind!’ The Doctor turned. and held her. except to overwhelm me with embraces. I have been a Bastille prisoner. or carry me in triumph. nor you!’ He got his arm round her. ‘No. Lorry.A Tale of Two Cities loud noise of feet and voices came pouring into the courtyard.— What is that noise?’ His hand was again upon the window. my love. ‘What is that noise?’ said the Doctor. and said. with his hand upon the fastening of the window. would touch me. Lucie. that I had no suspicion even of his being in this fatal place. ‘Don’t look out! Manette. I solemnly swear to you that I know of no harm having happened to Charles. my dear. ‘Don’t be so terrified. What prison is he in?’ 461 of 670 . I knew it would be so. knowing me to have been a prisoner in the Bastille. bold smile: ‘My dear friend. turning towards the window. and brought us here. and gained us news of Charles there. absolutely desperate. I have a charmed life in this city. There is no patriot in Paris—in Paris? In France—who. I knew I could help Charles out of all danger. with a cool.

I say this. then.A Tale of Two Cities ‘La Force!’ ‘La Force! Lucie. and as there are Life and Death in the world you must not delay. because what I must bid you to do for Charles’s sake. and put his hand upon the Doctor’s arm. and quiet. or I can say. or near enough. You must leave your father and me alone for two minutes. to do exactly as I bid you. The people in 462 of 670 . is the hardest thing to do of all.’ ‘I will be submissive to you. and hurried her into his room. I know you are true. came hurrying back to the Doctor. You must instantly be obedient. and turned the key. if ever you were brave and serviceable in your life—and you were always both—you will compose yourself now. and opened the window and partly opened the blind. still. to fill the courtyard: not more than forty or fifty in all. you cannot possibly stir out. and looked out with him into the courtyard. for more depends upon it than you can think. my child. I see in your face that you know I can do nothing else than this.’ The old man kissed her. Looked out upon a throng of men and women: not enough in number. You must let me put you in a room at the back here. There is no help for you in any action on your part tonight.

were more horrible and cruel than the visages of the wildest savages in their most barbarous disguise. with 463 of 670 . all their wicked atmosphere seemed gore and fire. some women held wine to their mouths that they might drink. such awful workers. and their hideous countenances were all bloody and sweaty.A Tale of Two Cities possession of the house had let them in at the gate. and all staring and glaring with beastly excitement and want of sleep. False eyebrows and false moustaches were stuck upon them. Shouldering one another to get next at the sharpening-stone. and what with dropping wine. and they had rushed in to work at the grindstone. as in a convenient and retired spot. The eye could not detect one creature in the group free from the smear of blood. and all awry with howling. and what with dropping blood. now flung backward over their necks. it had evidently been set up there for their purpose. turning at it madly were two men. were men stripped to the waist. But. whose faces. as their long hair Rapped back when the whirlings of the grindstone brought their faces up. and. and such awful work! The grindstone had a double handle. and what with the stream of sparks struck out of the stone. their matted locks now flung forward over their eyes. As these ruffians turned and turned.

swords. were all red with it. with the stain upon those rags. and get taken 464 of 670 .—eyes which any unbrutalised beholder would have given twenty years of life. to petrify with a well-directed gun. men in all sorts of rags. ‘They are.’ Mr. with strips of linen and fragments of dress: ligatures various in kind. Lorry whispered the words. with the stain dyeing those trifles through and through. If you are sure of what you say. and the Doctor looked for explanation in his friend’s ashy face. ‘murdering the prisoners. if you really have the power you think you have—as I believe you have—make yourself known to these devils. men devilishly set off with spoils of women’s lace and silk and ribbon. All this was seen in a moment. as the vision of a drowning man.A Tale of Two Cities the stain all over their limbs and bodies. or of any human creature at any very great pass. And as the frantic wielders of these weapons snatched them from the stream of sparks and tore away into the streets. knives. the same red hue was red in their frenzied eyes. Some of the hacked swords were tied to the wrists of those who carried them. They drew back from the window. all brought to be sharpened. glancing fearfully round at the locked room. Hatchets. but all deep of the one colour. bayonets. could see a world if it were there.

His streaming white hair. hurried out with cries of—‘Live the Bastille prisoner! Help for the Bastille prisoner’s kindred in La Force! Room for the Bastille prisoner in front there! Save the prisoner Evremonde at La Force!’ and a thousand answering shouts. but let it not be a minute later!’ Doctor Manette pressed his hand. and hand to shoulder. He found her child and Miss Pross with her. as he put the weapons aside like water. and a murmur. and gone in search of her husband. 465 of 670 . hastened bareheaded out of the room. and the impetuous confidence of his manner. For a few moments there was a pause. It may be too late. all linked shoulder to shoulder. and was in the courtyard when Mr. it never occurred to him to be surprised by their appearance until a long time afterwards. He closed the lattice again with a fluttering heart. and a hurry. hastened to Lucie. carried him in an instant to the heart of the concourse at the stone. Lorry saw him. his remarkable face. closed the window and the curtain. surrounded by all.A Tale of Two Cities to La Force. and the unintelligible sound of his voice. and in the midst of a line of twenty men long. and told her that her father was assisted by the people. I don’t know. but. and then Mr. Lorry regained the blind.

and cautiously looked out again. Lorry. and looking about him with a vacant air. Shortly. by that time. was rising from the pavement by the side of the grindstone. but.’ said Mr. and the grindstone whirled and spluttered. clinging to his hand. Lucie had. ‘The place is national property now. and her head had gradually fallen on the pillow beside her pretty charge. and the irruption was repeated. Soon afterwards the day began to dawn. long night. so besmeared that he might have been a sorely wounded soldier creeping back to consciousness on a field of slain. the last spell of work was feeble and fitful. ‘What is it?’ cried Lucie.A Tale of Two Cities when he sat watching them in such quiet as the night knew. with the moans of the poor wife! And O the long. long night. this worn-out murderer descried in the imperfect light one of the carriages of 466 of 670 . affrighted. ‘Hush! The soldiers’ swords are sharpened there. Miss Pross had laid the child down on his own bed. A man. O the long. with no return of her father and no tidings! Twice more in the darkness the bell at the great gate sounded. my love.’ Twice more in all. fallen into a stupor on the floor at his feet. and used as a kind of armoury. and he softly detached himself from the clasping hand.

A Tale of Two Cities Monseigneur. The great grindstone. Lorry looked out again. had turned when Mr. with a red upon it that the sun had never given. and the sun was red on the courtyard. Earth. the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air. But. and. climbed in at the door. and shut himself up to take his rest on its dainty cushions. staggering to that gorgeous vehicle. and would never take away. 467 of 670 .

safety. was this:—that he had no right to imperil Tellson’s by sheltering the wife of an emigrant prisoner under the Bank roof. and deep in its dangerous workings. he lived in the most violent Quarter. repudiated him. Noon coming.A Tale of Two Cities III The Shadow One of the first considerations which arose in the business mind of Mr. and doubtless was influential there. She said that her father had spoken of hiring a lodging for a short term. But. life. and the Doctor not returning. he would have hazarded for Lucie and her child. but the great trust he held was not his own. At first. and every minute’s delay tending to compromise Tellson’s. and he thought of finding out the wine-shop again and taking counsel with its master in reference to the safest dwelling-place in the distracted state of the city. the same consideration that suggested him. without a moment’s demur. Lorry advised with Lucie. As there was no 468 of 670 . His own possessions. his mind reverted to Defarge. Mr. and as to that business charge he was a strict man of business. in that Quarter. near the Banking-house. Lorry when business hours came round.

He left Jerry with them. until the Bank closed. and slowly and heavily the day lagged on with him. and wore him out with it. In a few moments.’ said Mr. Lorry went out in quest of such a lodging. A disturbed and doleful mind he brought to bear upon them. a man stood in his presence. Lorry. ‘Your servant. and retained to his own occupations. and he were to be released. when he heard a foot upon the stair. addressed him by his name. and much more than he had himself. who. with a keenly observant look at him. he could not hope to leave the city. He was again alone in his room of the previous night. Mr. To this lodging he at once removed Lucie and her child. and as he foresaw that even if it were all well with Charles. considering what to do next.A Tale of Two Cities business objection to this. as a figure to fill a doorway that would bear considerable knocking on the head. high up in a removed by-street where the closed blinds in all the other windows of a high melancholy square of buildings marked deserted homes. and found a suitable one. and Miss Pross: giving them what comfort he could. ‘Do you know me?’ 469 of 670 . It wore itself out.

For answer he repeated.’ said Mr.’ ‘And what says he? What does he send me?’ Defarge gave into his anxious hand.’ returned Defarge. Lorry said: ‘You come from Doctor Manette?’ ‘Yes. Lorry.’ ‘Perhaps at my wine-shop?’ Much interested and agitated. ‘Will you accompany me. ‘to where his wife resides?’ ‘Yes. Let the bearer see his wife. an open scrap of paper. joyfully relieved after reading this note aloud. Mr. within an hour. I come from Doctor Manette. It bore the words in the Doctor’s writing: "Charles is safe. from forty-five to fifty years of age. 470 of 670 . without any change of emphasis.’ It was dated from La Force.A Tale of Two Cities He was a strongly made man with dark curling hair. I have obtained the favour that the bearer has a short note from Charles to his wife. but I cannot safely leave this place yet. the words: ‘Do you know me?’ ‘I have seen you somewhere.

Both the women followed. It is for their safety. Scarcely noticing as yet. Lorry. one. have done to him.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. 471 of 670 . and clasped the hand that delivered his note—little thinking what it had been doing near him in the night. and might.’ Beginning to be struck by Defarge’s manner. ‘Does Madame go with us?’ inquired Mr. alone. ascended the staircase of the new domicile. knitting. Lorry gave her of her husband. ‘It is she. they found two women.’ observed her husband. the second woman being The Vengeance. and found Lucie weeping. ‘Madame Defarge. were admitted by Jerry. and led the way. but for a chance. ‘Yes. seeing that she moved as they moved. That she may be able to recognise the faces and know the persons. Download the free trial version. surely!’ said Mr. Mr. in what a curiously reserved and mechanical way Defarge spoke. There. and edit PDF. Lorry. Mr. She was thrown into a transport by the tidings Mr. They passed through the intervening streets as quickly as they might. who had left her in exactly the same attitude some seventeen years ago. Lorry looked dubiously at him. Lorry put on his hat and they went down into the courtyard. view.

with her hands yet at her neck. thankful. to her who received it. ‘I state the case. Lorry. to the end that she may know them—that she may identify them. Lorry. I believe. and. although it is not likely they will ever trouble you. Kiss our child for me. Madame Defarge met the lifted eyebrows and forehead with a cold. It was so much. You cannot answer this. I am well. looked terrified at Madame Defarge. and. and kissed one of the hands that knitted.A Tale of Two Cities "DEAREST. She stopped in the act of putting the note in her bosom.’ That was all the writing. impassive stare.’ said Mr. loving. Citizen Defarge?’ 472 of 670 . Madame Defarge wishes to see those whom she has the power to protect at such times. womanly action. rather halting in his reassuring words. It was a passionate. ‘there are frequent risings in the streets. that she turned from Defarge to his wife. striking in to explain. There was something in its touch that gave Lucie a check. ‘My dear. but the hand made no response—dropped cold and heavy. and took to its knitting again. as the stony manner of all the three impressed itself upon him more and more. however.—Take courage.’ said Mr. and your father has influence around me.

and observed in English to The Vengeance. ‘You had better. Boldface! I hope YOU are pretty well!’ She also bestowed a British cough on Madame Defarge.’ The lady in question. and pointing her knittingneedle at little Lucie as if it were the finger of Fate. Lorry. stopping in her work for the first time.’ answered Mr. Lucie. and only child. ‘have the dear child here. ‘Well. madame. that her mother instinctively kneeled on the ground beside her. whose rooted conviction that she was more than a match for any foreigner.’ said Mr. is an English lady. whom her eyes first encountered. Lorry. ‘Yes. by tone and manner. ‘Is that his child?’ said Madame Defarge. and held her to her breast. The shadow attendant on 473 of 670 . doing all he could to propitiate. Our good Pross.A Tale of Two Cities Defarge looked gloomily at his wife. and our good Pross. and knows no French. but. appeared with folded arms. Defarge.’ The shadow attendant on Madame Defarge and her party seemed to fall so threatening and dark on the child. neither of the two took much heed of her. ‘this is our poor prisoner’s darling daughter. was not to be shaken by distress and. I am sure. danger. and gave no other answer than a gruff sound of acquiescence.

’ But. threatening and dark. be merciful to my husband. We are more afraid of you than of these others. collected his face into a sterner expression. and looked at her husband. You will do him no harm. ‘I have seen them. who had been uneasily biting his thumb-nail and looking at her. ‘It is the daughter of your father who is my business here. 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.’ Madame Defarge received it as a compliment. on both the mother and the child.A Tale of Two Cities Madame Defarge and her party seemed then to fall. Defarge. You will help me to see him if you can?’ ‘Your husband is not my business here. then.’ said Madame Defarge. For my child’s sake! She will put her hands together and pray you to be merciful. We may go. looking down at her with perfect composure.’ returned Madame Defarge. ‘It is enough. 474 of 670 . my husband. the suppressed manner had enough of menace in it—not visible and presented.’ ‘For my sake.

since we were as little as this child. ‘Let it do so. think of me. but with her alarmed eyes on her questioner and not on it. sickness. hurriedly taking the paper from her breast. misery. but to use it in his behalf.’ ‘As a wife and mother. often enough? All our lives. oppression and neglect of all kinds?’ 475 of 670 . As a wife and mother!’ Madame Defarge looked.’ cried Lucie. with a lowering smile.A Tale of Two Cities ‘What is it that your husband says in that little letter?’ asked Madame Defarge.’ said Lucie. he says something touching influence?’ ‘That my father. in themselves and in their children. and said. thirst. O sister-woman. against my innocent husband. and much less. ‘I implore you to have pity on me and not to exercise any power that you possess. at the suppliant. poverty.’ ‘Surely it will release him!’ said Madame Defarge. have not been greatly considered? We have known THEIR husbands and fathers laid in prison and kept from them. coldly as ever. hunger. turning to her friend The Vengeance: ‘The wives and mothers we have been used to see. ‘Influence. most earnestly. ‘has much influence around him. nakedness. we have seen our sisterwomen suffer.

and have a thankful heart. and in his secret mind it troubled him greatly. for all that. 476 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities ‘We have seen nothing else. ‘Courage. my dear Lucie. as he raised her. courage! So far all goes well with us— much. Lucie. Defarge went last.’ said Madame Defarge.’ But the shadow of the manner of these Defarges was dark upon himself. ‘Judge you! Is it likely that the trouble of one wife and mother would be much to us now?’ She resumed her knitting and went out.’ ‘Tut. ‘what is this despondency in the brave little breast? A shadow indeed! No substance in it. Lorry. ‘We have borne this a long time. and closed the door. but that dreadful woman seems to throw a shadow on me and on all my hopes.’ ‘I am not thankless. tut!’ said Mr. much better than it has of late gone with many poor souls. I hope. Lorry. turning her eyes again upon Lucie.’ said Mr. The Vengeance followed. Cheer up.’ returned The Vengeance. ‘Courage.

did she know that eleven hundred defenceless prisoners of both sexes and all ages had been killed by the populace. the Doctor communicated under an injunction of secrecy on which he had no need to dwell. that four days and nights had been darkened by this deed of horror. and by which they were rapidly ordered to be put forth to be massacred. and that some had been dragged out by the crowd and murdered. She only knew that there had been an attack upon the prisons. in the prison he had found a self-appointed Tribunal sitting. Lorry. that the crowd had taken him through a scene of carnage to the prison of La Force. To Mr. and that the air around her had been tainted by the slain. So much of what had happened in that dreadful time as could be kept from the knowledge of Lucie was so well concealed from her. that not until long afterwards. before which the prisoners were brought singly. when France and she were far apart. that all political prisoners had been in danger.A Tale of Two Cities IV Calm in Storm Doctor Manette did not return until the morning of the fourth day of his absence. That. or to be 477 of 670 .

that his son-in-law was among the living prisoners. but. through the registers on the table. That. had 478 of 670 . when the tide in his favour met with some unexplained check (not intelligible to the Doctor). That. presented by his conductors to this Tribunal.A Tale of Two Cities released. and had pleaded hard to the Tribunal—of whom some members were asleep and some awake. some dirty with murder and some clean. for his sake. he seemed on the point of being at once released. which led to a few words of secret conference. and that this man was Defarge. that. in the first frantic greetings lavished on himself as a notable sufferer under the overthrown system. or (in a few cases) to be sent back to their cells. That. that he. on a signal. That. the man sitting as President had then informed Doctor Manette that the prisoner must remain in custody. That. he had announced himself by name and profession as having been for eighteen years a secret and unaccused prisoner in the Bastille. some sober and some not—for his life and liberty. the Doctor. it had been accorded to him to have Charles Darnay brought before the lawless Court. hereupon he had ascertained. immediately. one of the body so sitting in judgment had risen and identified him. the prisoner was removed to the interior of the prison again. but should. and examined. That. be held inviolate in safe custody.

that the Doctor had covered his eyes with his hands. he said. 479 of 670 . that he had obtained the permission. Being besought to go to him and dress the wound. the Doctor had passed out at the same gate. who were seated on the bodies of their victims. One prisoner there was. and had remained in that Hall of Blood until the danger was over. and tended the wounded man with the gentlest solicitude— had made a litter for him and escorted him carefully from the spot— had then caught up their weapons and plunged anew into a butchery so dreadful. and had found him in the arms of a company of Samaritans. who had been discharged into the street free. shall remain untold. With an inconsistency as monstrous as anything in this awful nightmare. they had helped the healer. delivered to the concourse whose murderous yells outside the gate had often drowned the proceedings. had astounded him scarcely less than the mad ferocity against those who were cut to pieces. but at whom a mistaken savage had thrust a pike as he passed out. The mad joy over the prisoners who were saved. with brief snatches of food and sleep by intervals.A Tale of Two Cities then so strongly pleaded for permission to remain and assure himself that his son-in-law was. and swooned away in the midst of it. through no malice or mischance. The sights he had seen there.

Doctor Manette. As my beloved child was helpful in restoring me to myself. and deliver him. For the first time he felt that in that sharp fire. and as he watched the face of his friend now sixty-two years of age. now. the calm strong look and bearing of the man whose life always seemed to him to have been stopped. the resolute face. he believed. I will be helpful now in restoring the dearest part of herself to her. he had never seen his friend in his present aspect: he had never at all known him in his present character. he had slowly forged the iron which could break the prison door of his daughter’s husband. for so many years. as a physician. my friend. a misgiving arose within him that such dread experiences would revive the old danger. ‘It all tended to a good end. and then set going again with an energy which had lain dormant during the cessation of its usefulness. it was not mere waste and ruin.A Tale of Two Cities As Mr. While he kept himself in his place. Lorry received these confidences. But. Greater things than the Doctor had at that time to contend with. For the first time the Doctor felt. 480 of 670 . that his suffering was strength and power. by the aid of Heaven I will do it!’ Thus. like a clock. would have yielded before his persevering purpose. And when Jarvis Lorry saw the kindled eyes.

bad and good. The Doctor knew. he used his personal influence so wisely. but he observed it as a curiosity. Nothing unbecoming tinged the pride. the sagacious Mr. rich and poor. still. and weakness. bond and free. straight from his lips. his imprisonment had been associated in the minds of his daughter and his friend. he saw her husband weekly. but she was not permitted to write to him: for. This new life of the Doctor’s was an anxious life. but was mixed with the general body of prisoners. the wildest of all pointed at emigrants who were known to have made friends or permanent connections abroad. He could now assure Lucie that her husband was no longer confined alone.A Tale of Two Cities whose business was with all degrees of mankind. and brought sweet messages to her. Lorry saw that there was a new sustaining pride in it. among the many wild suspicions of plots in the prisons. it was a natural and worthy one. that up to that time. no doubt. Now that this was changed. with his personal affliction. sometimes her husband himself sent a letter to her (though never by the Doctor’s hand). that he was soon the inspecting physician of three prisons. and he knew himself to be invested through that old trial with forces to which they both looked for 481 of 670 . and among them of La Force. deprivation.

the Republic of Liberty. Lorry. The preceding relative positions of himself and Lucie were reversed. Equality. in his amiably shrewd way. the king was tried. on rock. summoned to rise against the tyrants of the earth. or Death. take the lead. The new era began. ‘but all natural and right. Fraternity. doomed. my dear friend. declared for victory or death against the world in arms. he became so far exalted by the change. though the Doctor tried hard. or at least to get him brought to trial.’ But. the black flag waved night and day from the great towers of Notre Dame. yet only as the liveliest gratitude and affection could reverse them. so.’ thought Mr. in gravel. rose from all the varying soils of France. to trust to him as the strong. and had yielded fruit equally on hill and plain. under the bright sky 482 of 670 . and alluvial mud. for he could have had no pride but in rendering some service to her who had rendered so much to him. the public current of the time set too strong and fast for him. and beheaded. and keep it. it couldn’t be in better hands. and never ceased trying. and required them as the weak. that he took the lead and direction. ‘All curious to see. three hundred thousand men. to get Charles Darnay set at liberty. as if the dragon’s teeth had been sown broadcast.A Tale of Two Cities Charles’s ultimate safety and deliverance.

other count of time there was none. And yet. Hold of it was lost in the raging fever of a nation. breaking the unnatural silence of a whole city. it seemed almost in the same breath. What private solicitude could rear itself against the deluge of the Year One of Liberty—the deluge rising from below. the head of his fair wife which had had eight weary months of imprisoned widowhood and misery. and forty or fifty thousand revolutionary committees all over the land. in the vineyards and the olive-grounds and among the cropped grass and the stubble of the corn. and the evening and morning were the first day. A revolutionary tribunal in the capital. to turn it grey. while it flamed by so fast. the time was long. observing the strange law of contradiction which obtains in all such cases. and edit PDF. as it is in the fever of one patient. the executioner showed the people the head of the king—and now. a law of the Suspected. not falling from above. which struck away 483 of 670 . view. Though days and nights circled as regularly as when time was young. no peace. along the fruitful banks of the broad rivers. and in the sand of the sea-shore. no interval of relenting rest. Download the free trial version. and with the windows of Heaven shut. in fell and forest. no pity. of the South and under the clouds of the North. Now. not opened! There was no pause.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. no measurement of time.

A Tale of Two Cities all security for liberty or life. prisons gorged with people who had committed no offence. It sheared off heads so many. looked through the little window and sneezed into the sack. one hideous figure grew as familiar as if it had been before the general gaze from the foundations of the world—the figure of the sharp female called La Guillotine. these things became the established order and nature of appointed things. it imparted a peculiar delicacy to the complexion. it infallibly prevented the hair from turning grey. it was the best cure for headache. like a toy-puzzle for a young Devil. Models of it were worn on breasts from which the Cross was discarded. were a rotten red. It was the popular theme for jests. and could obtain no hearing. and seemed to be ancient usage before they were many weeks old. and it was bowed down to and believed in where the Cross was denied. it was the National Razor which shaved close: who kissed La Guillotine. and the ground it most polluted. It superseded the Cross. and delivered over any good and innocent person to any bad and guilty one. that it. It was taken to pieces. It hushed the 484 of 670 . Above all. It was the sign of the regeneration of the human race. and was put together again when the occasion wanted it.

the Doctor walked with a steady head: confident in his power. so strong and deep. and tore away the gates of God’s own Temple every day. and the brood belonging to them. Twenty-two friends of high public mark. in as many minutes. no man in a stranger situation. indispensable in hospital and prison. struck down the powerful. that the rivers of the South were encumbered with the bodies of the violently drowned by night. Still. Silent. twenty-one living and one dead. No man better known than he. using his art equally among assassins 485 of 670 . the Doctor walked among the terrors with a steady head. and blinder. never doubting that he would save Lucie’s husband at last. and carried the time away so fiercely. that Charles had lain in prison one year and three months when the Doctor was thus steady and confident. abolished the beautiful and good. in Paris at that day. it had lopped the heads off. cautiously persistent in his end. Among these terrors. and prisoners were shot in lines and squares under the southern wintry sun. he was stronger than his namesake. humane. in one morning. so armed. The name of the strong man of Old Scripture had descended to the chief functionary who worked it. So much more wicked and distracted had the Revolution grown in that December month. but. Yet the current of the time swept by.A Tale of Two Cities eloquent.

A Tale of Two Cities and victims. In the exercise of his skill. He was not suspected or brought in question. he was a man apart. any more than if he had indeed been recalled to life some eighteen years before. 486 of 670 . or were a Spirit moving among mortals. the appearance and the story of the Bastille Captive removed him from all other men.

But. Lovely girls. fraternity. gentle born and peasant born. from hour to hour. had stunned the Doctor’s daughter into awaiting the result in idle despair. O Guillotine! If the suddenness of her calamity. Every day. from the hour when she had taken the white head to her fresh young bosom in the garret of Saint Antoine. 487 of 670 . stalwart men and old. but that the Guillotine would strike off her husband’s head next day. She was truest to them in the season of trial. the tumbrils now jolted heavily. through the stony streets. and the whirling wheels of the time. youths. and grey.—the last. During all that time Lucie was never sure. brown-haired. all daily brought into light from the dark cellars of the loathsome prisons. all red wine for La Guillotine. much the easiest to bestow. she had been true to her duties. or death.A Tale of Two Cities V The Wood-Sawyer One year and three months. filled with Condemned. bright women. equality. as all the quietly loyal and good will always be. black-haired. Liberty. and carried to her through the streets to slake her devouring thirst. it would but have been with her as it was with many.

She lost her colour. and the solemn prayer at night for one dear prisoner especially. were as neat and as well attended to as the brighter clothes of happy days. She did not greatly alter in appearance. she would burst into the grief she had repressed all day. otherwise. was on him. and would say that her sole reliance. as if they had all been united in their English home. not an occasional. The plain dark dresses. Sometimes. and the old and intent expression was a constant. akin to mourning dresses. thing. He always 488 of 670 . among the many unhappy souls in prison and the shadow of death—were almost the only outspoken reliefs of her heavy mind. under Heaven.A Tale of Two Cities As soon as they were established in their new residence. which she and her child wore. and her father had entered on the routine of his avocations. she arranged the little household as exactly as if her husband had been there. Little Lucie she taught. as regularly. she remained very pretty and comely. The slight devices with which she cheated herself into the show of a belief that they would soon be reunited— the little preparations for his speedy return. Everything had its appointed place and its appointed time. at night on kissing her father. the setting aside of his chair and his books—these.

and at four she turned resignedly away. But you will not be able to see him.’ They had not made the round of their changed life many weeks. when her father said to her. she never missed a single day.’ From that time. there is an upper window in the prison. to which Charles can sometimes gain access at three in the afternoon. they went together. It was the dark and dirty corner of a small winding street. Lucie. if you stood in a certain place that I can show you. As the clock struck two. at other times she was alone. on coming home one evening: ‘My dear. but. in all weathers. she waited there two hours.’ ‘O show me the place. he thinks.A Tale of Two Cities resolutely answered: ‘Nothing can happen to him without my knowledge. and I will go there every day. my father. my poor child. When he can get to it—which depends on many uncertainties and incidents—he might see you in the street. and I know that I can save him. When it was not too wet or inclement for her child to be with her. she was there. The hovel of a cutter of wood into lengths for 489 of 670 . and even if you could. it would be unsafe for you to make a sign of recognition.

citizeness?’ ‘You see me. and putting his ten fingers before his face to represent bars.’ ‘Good day. among the more thorough patriots.’ This mode of address was now prescribed by decree. cast a glance at the prison. On the third day of her being there. citizeness?’ ‘Yes. ‘Walking here again. but. pointed at the prison. ‘Good day. he noticed her. was now law for everybody.’ said he.A Tale of Two Cities burning. citizen!’ The wood-sawyer.’ ‘Ah! A child too! Your mother. citizen. and accosted her the moment she appeared. all else was wall. Next day he was looking out for her. And went on sawing his wood. It had been established voluntarily some time ago. citizeness. my little citizeness?’ 490 of 670 . who was a little man with a redundancy of gesture (he had once been a mender of roads). ‘But it’s not my business. peeped through them jocosely. ‘What? Walking here again. is it not. citizen. was the only house at that end.

and often gave him drink-money. ‘I call myself the Samson of the firewood guillotine. dearest. and sometimes when she had quite forgotten him in gazing at the prison roof and grates. La. tickle. la. and he threw it into a basket. a child. Thenceforth. she always spoke to him first. la. with his knee on his bench and his saw stopped in its work. loo. drawing close to her. Pickle. La. loo.’ ‘Ah! But it’s not my business. la! And off his head comes!’ The billet fell as he spoke. Loo. ‘But 491 of 670 . which he readily received. See here again! Loo. citizen. Tickle. and not be in his sight. she would come to herself to find him looking at her. la. See my saw! I call it my Little Guillotine. but it was impossible to be there while the woodsawyer was at work. to secure his good will. and in lifting her heart up to her husband. He was an inquisitive fellow. pickle! And off ITS head comes.’ ‘Yes. My work is my business. All the family!’ Lucie shuddered as he threw two more billets into his basket.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Do I say yes. loo! And off HER head comes! Now. loo. ‘Yes. mamma?’ whispered little Lucie.

also. Equality. It was enough that he could and did see her when the chances served. as she came along. and every day on leaving it. Lucie passed two hours of every day at this place. and again in the snow and frost of winter. Fraternity. also. It was a day of some wild rejoicing. Her husband saw her (so she learned from her father) it might be once in five or six times: it might be twice or thrice running: it might be. and would briskly fall to his sawing again. On a lightly-snowing afternoon she arrived at the usual corner. in the hot sunshine of summer. wherein her father walked among the terrors with a steady head. These occupations brought her round to the December month. not for a week or a fortnight together. and a festival. with the standard inscription (tricoloured letters were the favourite). or Death! 492 of 670 . in the snow and frost of winter. In all weathers. and with little red caps stuck upon them. she kissed the prison wall. seven days a week. decorated with little pikes. She had seen the houses.A Tale of Two Cities it’s not my business!’ he would generally say at those times. and on that possibility she would have waited out the day. Republic One and Indivisible. in the bitter winds of spring. with tricoloured ribbons. in the rains of autumn. Liberty.

But. and left her quite alone. and in a window he had stationed his saw inscribed as his ‘Little Sainte Guillotine’— for the great sharp female was by that time popularly canonised. but. keeping a ferocious time that was like a gnashing of teeth in unison. which filled her with fear. for presently she heard a troubled movement and a shouting coming along. On his house-top. There was no other music than their own singing. as they filled 493 of 670 . however. he displayed pike and cap. At first. and a throng of people came pouring round the corner by the prison wall.A Tale of Two Cities The miserable shop of the wood-sawyer was so small. as a good citizen must. A moment afterwards. who had squeezed Death in with most inappropriate difficulty. He had got somebody to scrawl it up for him. and they were dancing like five thousand demons. they were a mere storm of coarse red caps and coarse woollen rags. women danced together. Men and women danced together. as hazard had brought them together. he was not far off. men danced together. There could not be fewer than five hundred people. in the midst of whom was the wood-sawyer hand in hand with The Vengeance. that its whole surface furnished very indifferent space for this legend. His shop was shut and he was not there. which was a relief to Lucie. They danced to the popular Revolution song.

Suddenly they stopped again. While those were down. the rest linked hand in hand. and. struck at one another’s hands. swooped screaming off. bewildering the senses. struck. once innocent. formed into lines the width of the public way. and stopped to dance about Lucie. delivered over to all devilry—a healthy pastime changed into a means of angering the blood. No fight could have been half so terrible as this dance. with their heads low down and their hands high up. began again. paused. showing how warped and perverted all things good by nature were become. It was so emphatically a fallen sport—a something. and tore. Such grace as was visible in it. some ghastly apparition of a dance-figure gone raving mad arose among them. the pretty almost-child’s head thus distracted. and in separate rings of two and four they turned and turned until they all stopped at once. retreated. and all spun round another way. and steeling the heart. struck out the time afresh. 494 of 670 . until many of them dropped. spun round alone. the delicate foot mincing in this slough of blood and dirt. The maidenly bosom bared to this. caught one another and spun round in pairs. They advanced. clutched at one another’s heads. were types of the disjointed time. clutched.A Tale of Two Cities the place. made it the uglier. and all spun round together: then the ring broke. and then reversed the spin.

Madame Defarge gone. the feathery snow fell as quietly and lay as white and soft.’ from the Doctor. father. view. father. Nothing more. This was the Carmagnole.’ ‘I know. I left him climbing to the window. my poor dear?’ ‘No. my father. as if it had never been. But when I think of my husband. citizen. Madame Defarge. citizeness. like a shadow over the white road. As it passed.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. 495 of 670 . ‘such a cruel. I know. ‘I salute you. and the mercies of these people—‘ ‘We will set him above their mercies very soon.’ This in passing. yearning and weeping as she kissed her hand.’ A footstep in the snow.’ ‘I am not frightened for myself.’ ‘I do so. my dear. and I came to tell you. Don’t be frightened! Not one of them would harm you. There is no one here to see. ‘no. ‘I salute you. ‘O my father!’ for he stood before her when she lifted up the eyes she had momentarily darkened with her hand. Download the free trial version. and I send him my Soul with it!’ ‘You cannot see him. bad sight. and edit PDF. I have seen it many times.’ said Lucie. You may kiss your hand towards that highest shelving roof. leaving Lucie frightened and bewildered in the doorway of the woodsawyer’s house.

Pass from here with an air of cheerfulness and courage. implicitly. Three tumbrils faring away with their dread loads over the hushing snow. They both knew too well what it meant. for his sake. my darling. I have timely information. ‘it shall not be in vain.’ ‘For to-morrow!’ ‘There is no time to lose. I have encompassed him with every protection. One. You are not afraid?’ She could scarcely answer. ‘I trust in you.’ He stopped. but I know that he will presently be summoned for to-morrow. That was well done. that could not be taken until he was actually summoned before the Tribunal. There was a heavy lumbering of wheels within hearing. but there are precautions to be taken. he shall be restored to you within a few hours. ‘I must see Lorry. and removed to the Conciergerie.’ the Doctor repeated. 496 of 670 . He has not received the notice yet. my love. I must see Lorry. turning her another way. Three. I am well prepared. Two. Your suspense is nearly ended.’ ‘Do so.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Give me your arm.’ they had left the spot. Charles is summoned for to-morrow.

he said: ‘Removed to the Conciergerie. Above a heap of dust and ashes in the court. and to hold his peace. and summoned for to-morrow?’ 497 of 670 . The stately residence of Monseigneur was altogether blighted and deserted. and a rising mist from the Seine. Equality. agitated and surprised. when. No better man living to hold fast by what Tellson’s had in keeping. to take his favourite in his arms? To whom did he appear to repeat her faltering words. Fraternity. Liberty. It was almost dark when they arrived at the Bank. or Death! Who could that be with Mr. denoted the approach of darkness. had never left it.A Tale of Two Cities The staunch old gentleman was still in his trust. raising his voice and turning his head towards the door of the room from which he had issued. he saved. A murky red and yellow sky. did he come out. What he could save for the owners. ran the letters: National Property. Republic One and Indivisible. Lorry—the owner of the riding-coat upon the chair—who must not be seen? From whom newly arrived. He and his books were in frequent requisition as to property confiscated and made national.

His bloated gaoler. The standard gaoler-joke was. its owner stepped apart into a spot reserved for those who were announced as being thus fatally recorded. Charles Evremonde. making a similar short pause at each name. called Darnay!’ So at last began the Evening Paper at La Force. sat every day. The list was 498 of 670 . but only twenty were responded to. and were read out by the gaolers of the various prisons to their prisoners. called Darnay. and went through the list. and determined Jury. had reason to know the usage. and two had already been guillotined and forgotten.A Tale of Two Cities VI Triumph The dread tribunal of five Judges. he had seen hundreds pass away so. who wore spectacles to read with. ‘Come out and listen to the Evening Paper. glanced over them to assure himself that he had taken his place. There were twenty-three names. for one of the prisoners so summoned had died in gaol and been forgotten. you inside there!’ ‘Charles Evremonde. When a name was called. Their lists went forth every evening. Public Prosecutor.

though with a subtle difference. had died on the scaffold. In seasons of pestilence. and the time was. when the common rooms and corridors would be delivered over to the great dogs who kept watch there through the night. There were hurried words of farewell and kindness. without doubt. was not mere boastfulness. a species of fervour or intoxication. their ways arose out of the condition of the time. twenty places in the projected entertainments had to be refilled. but. The prisoners were far from insensible or unfeeling. to have led some persons to brave the guillotine unnecessarily. some of us will have a secret attraction to the disease— a terrible passing inclination to die of it. known.A Tale of Two Cities read. but a wild infection of the wildly shaken public mind. And all of us have like wonders 499 of 670 . at best. and to die by it. but the parting was soon over. Similarly. Every one of those had perished in the massacre. every human creature he had since cared for and parted with. It was the incident of every day. They crowded to the grates and shed tears there. and the society of La Force were engaged in the preparation of some games of forfeits and a little concert. in the vaulted chamber where Darnay had seen the associated prisoners on the night of his arrival. short to the lock-up hour. for that evening.

and worst populace of a city. some ate and drank as they looked on. was one. fifteen prisoners were put to the bar before Charles Darnay’s name was called. never without its quantity of low. and the trials of the whole occupied an hour and a half. Of the men. The passage to the Conciergerie was short and dark. some daggers. only needing circumstances to evoke them. and precipitating the result. were the directing spirits of the scene: noisily commenting. many knitted. The lowest. he might have thought that the usual order of things was reversed. All the fifteen were condemned.’ was at length arraigned. some wore knives. anticipating. disapproving. and bad. ‘Charles Evremonde. Next day. Looking at the Jury and the turbulent audience. with a spare piece of knitting under her arm 500 of 670 . cruelest. Among these last. the greater part were armed in various ways. the night in its vermin-haunted cells was long and cold. of the women. applauding. His judges sat upon the Bench in feathered hats. called Darnay.A Tale of Two Cities hidden in our breasts. but the rough red cap and tricoloured cockade was the headdress otherwise prevailing. and that the felons were trying the honest men. cruel. without a check.

called Darnay. She was in a front row. and had not assumed the coarse garb of the Carmagnole. that although they were posted as close to himself as they could be. ‘Take off his head!’ cried the audience. Charles Evremonde. under the decree which banished all emigrants on pain of Death. he and Mr. As well as the prisoner could see. It was nothing that the decree bore date since his return to France. unconnected with the Tribunal. who wore their usual clothes. he had been taken in France. There he was. but. They seemed to be waiting for something with a dogged determination. ‘An enemy to the Republic!’ 501 of 670 . by the side of a man whom he had never seen since his arrival at the Barrier. but at nothing else. and they looked at the Jury. they never looked towards him. and that she seemed to be his wife. but whom he directly remembered as Defarge. in his usual quiet dress. Lorry were the only men there. He noticed that she once or twice whispered in his ear. whose life was forfeit to the Republic. Under the President sat Doctor Manette. what he most noticed in the two figures was. and his head was demanded.A Tale of Two Cities as she worked. and there was the decree. was accused by the public prosecutor as an emigrant.

within the sense and spirit of the law. and had left his country—he submitted before the word emigrant in the present acceptation by the Tribunal was in use—to live by his own industry in England.A Tale of Two Cities The President rang his bell to silence those cries. Her name and family? 502 of 670 . Because he had voluntarily relinquished a title that was distasteful to him. and a station that was distasteful to him. he hoped. By birth. rather than on the industry of the overladen people of France. What proof had he of this? He handed in the names of two witnesses. and asked the prisoner whether it was not true that he had lived many years in England? Undoubtedly it was. Theophile Gabelle. but not an English woman. A citizeness of France? Yes. Why not? the President desired to know. Was he not an emigrant then? What did he call himself? Not an emigrant. True. But he had married in England? the President reminded him. and Alexandre Manette.

On these few steps of his dangerous way. The same cautious counsel directed every step that lay before him. in England. that tears immediately rolled down several ferocious countenances which had been glaring at the prisoner a moment before.’ This answer had a happy effect upon the audience. he replied.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Lucie Manette. whereas. on the pressing and written entreaty of a French citizen. Cries in exaltation of the well-known good physician rent the hall. only daughter of Doctor Manette. as if with impatience to pluck him out into the streets and kill him. save those he had resigned. who represented that his life was endangered by his absence. The President asked. at whatever 503 of 670 . to save a citizen’s life. and not sooner? He had not returned sooner. He had come back. and had prepared every inch of his road. the good physician who sits there. Charles Darnay had set his foot according to Doctor Manette’s reiterated instructions. why had he returned to France when he did. and to bear his testimony. So capriciously were the people moved. he lived by giving instruction in the French language and literature. simply because he had no means of living in France. He had returned when he did.

had rather passed out of the Tribunal’s patriotic remembrance—until three days ago. which had been taken from him at the Barrier. he had been slightly overlooked in his prison of the Abbaye—in fact. The President required the name of that citizen. The accused explained that the citizen was his first witness. and did so. Citizen Gabelle hinted. The Doctor had taken care that it should be there—had assured him that it would be there—and at this stage of the proceedings it was produced and read. of their own will. when he had been summoned before it. to the truth. with infinite delicacy and politeness.A Tale of Two Cities personal hazard. Which it did not. ‘No!’ and the President rang his bell to quiet them. for they continued to cry ‘No!’ until they left off. but which he did not doubt would be found among the papers then before the President. Was that criminal in the eyes of the Republic? The populace cried enthusiastically. and had been set at liberty on the Jury’s declaring themselves satisfied that the accusation 504 of 670 . that in the pressure of business imposed on the Tribunal by the multitude of enemies of the Republic with which it had to deal. He also referred with confidence to the citizen’s letter. Citizen Gabelle was called to confirm it.

he had actually been tried for his life by it. always faithful and devoted to his daughter and himself in their exile.A Tale of Two Cities against him was answered. called Darnay. but. the populace set up a shout of applause. an English gentleman then and there present. the Jury declared that they had heard enough. made a great impression. that. with the greatest discretion and with the straightforward force of truth and earnestness. as he showed that the Accused was his first friend on his release from his long imprisonment. like himself. as he proceeded. His high personal popularity. All 505 of 670 . by the surrender of the citizen Evremonde. and the clearness of his answers. At last. the accused had remained in England. as to himself. so far from being in favour with the Aristocrat government there. who. had been a witness on that English trial and could corroborate his account of it. Doctor Manette was next questioned. as the foe of England and friend of the United States—as he brought these circumstances into view. and that they were ready with their votes if the President were content to receive them. the Jury and the populace became one. that. At every vote (the Jurymen voted aloud and individually). when he appealed by name to Monsieur Lorry.

to a blending of all the three. or their better impulses towards generosity and mercy. No sooner was the acquittal pronounced. as enemies of the Republic. to make way for other accused persons who were to be tried. His removal.A Tale of Two Cities the voices were in the prisoner’s favour. that the very same people. or which they regarded as some set-off against their swollen account of cruel rage. with the second predominating. No man can decide now to which of these motives such extraordinary scenes were referable. that after his long and unwholesome confinement he was in danger of fainting from exhaustion. to rend him to pieces and strew him over the streets. Then. So quick was the Tribunal to 506 of 670 . rescued him from these caresses for the moment. and the President declared him free. began one of those extraordinary scenes with which the populace sometimes gratified their fickleness. next. Five were to be tried together. than tears were shed as freely as blood at another time. would have rushed at him with the very same intensity. it is probable. forasmuch as they had not assisted it by word or deed. and such fraternal embraces were bestowed upon the prisoner by as many of both sexes as could rush at him. carried by another current. none the less because he knew very well.

eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. or one of its rooms or passages. like the people on the shore. They put him into a great chair they had among them. there was a great crowd about it. for when he and Doctor Manette emerged from the gate. weeping. with a confused sea of red caps heaving about him. Download the free trial version. Over the chair they had thrown a red flag. and casting up to sight 507 of 670 . compensate itself and the nation for a chance lost. ‘Long live the Republic!’ The five had had. not even the Doctor’s entreaties could prevent his being carried to his home on men’s shoulders. In this car of triumph. and edit PDF. On his coming out. view. in which there seemed to be every face he had seen in Court—except two. The first of them told him so. condemned to die within twenty-four hours. with the customary prison sign of Death—a raised finger—and they all added in words. and to the back of it they had bound a pike with a red cap on its top. until the very tide of the river on the bank of which the mad scene was acted. no audience to lengthen their proceedings. embracing. that these five came down to him before he left the place. and shouting. it is true. all by turns and all together. seemed to run mad. and which they had taken either out of the Court itself. the concourse made at him anew. for which he looked in vain.

and the courtyard overflowed with the Carmagnole. they elevated into the vacant chair a young woman from the crowd to be carried as the Goddess of Liberty. and then swelling and overflowing out into the adjacent streets. Then. the Carmagnole absorbed them every one and whirled them away. Her father had gone on before. so that his tears and her lips might come together unseen. she dropped insensible in his arms. that he more than once misdoubted his mind being in confusion. and that he was in the tumbril on his way to the Guillotine. embracing whom they met and pointing him out. Reddening the snowy streets with the prevailing Republican colour. they carried him on. 508 of 670 . in winding and tramping through them. Instantly.A Tale of Two Cities from the stormy deep such wrecks of faces. and when her husband stood upon his feet. a few of the people fell to dancing. as they had reddened them below the snow with a deeper dye. and over the bridge. In wild dreamlike procession. all the rest fell to dancing. As he held her to his heart and turned her beautiful head between his face and the brawling crowd. and along the river’s bank. they carried him thus into the courtyard of the building where he lived. to prepare her.

after grasping the hand of Mr. long ago. He was happy in the return he had made her.’ ‘O dearest Charles. and after embracing the ever zealous and faithful Pross who lifted her. as he stood victorious and proud before him.’ 509 of 670 . who was lifted up to clasp her arms round his neck. When she was again in his arms.’ They all reverently bowed their heads and hearts. Lorry. he took his wife in his arms.’ he remonstrated. as she had laid his poor head on her own breast. who came panting in breathless from his struggle against the waterspout of the Carmagnole. long. I have saved him. No other man in all this France could have done what he has done for me. ‘don’t tremble so. let me thank God for this on my knees as I have prayed to Him. after kissing little Lucie.’ She laid her head upon her father’s breast. he said to her: ‘And now speak to your father. and carried her up to their rooms. ‘Lucie! My own! I am safe. dearest. my darling. he was recompensed for his suffering. he was proud of his strength. ‘You must not be weak.A Tale of Two Cities After grasping the Doctor’s hand.

Her father. no One 510 of 670 . it was so impossible to forget that many as blameless as her husband and as dear to others as he was to her. that her heart could not be as lightened of its load as she felt it ought to be. And yet his wife trembled. All the air round was so thick and dark. and then she clung closer to his real presence and trembled more. The shadows of the wintry afternoon were beginning to fall. he was really here. looking for him among the Condemned. and even now the dreadful carts were rolling through the streets. the innocent were so constantly put to death on vague suspicion and black malice. No garret. Her mind pursued them. the people were so passionately revengeful and fitful. showed a compassionate superiority to this woman’s weakness. no shoemaking. and a vague but heavy fear was upon her. cheering her.’ It was not another of the dreams in which he had often come back.A Tale of Two Cities VII A Knock at the Door ‘I have saved him. which was wonderful to see. every day shared the fate from which he had been clutched.

they kept no servant.A Tale of Two Cities Hundred and Five. as the afternoon shadows deepened. and Charles. and towards the living of the poorer prisoners. and Jerry (almost wholly transferred to them by Mr. the owner of that name himself appeared. his promise was redeemed. It was an ordinance of the Republic One and Indivisible of Liberty. or Death. the citizen and citizeness who acted as porters at the courtyard gate. Equality. Mr. but because they were not rich. rendered them occasional service. and for his guard. the name of every inmate must be legibly inscribed in letters of a certain size. Lorry) had become their daily retainer. had had to pay heavily for his bad food. at a certain convenient height from the ground. throughout his imprisonment. and partly to avoid a domestic spy. Fraternity. Jerry Cruncher’s name. from overlooking a painter whom 511 of 670 . North Tower. therefore. now! He had accomplished the task he had set himself. he had saved Charles. Their housekeeping was of a very frugal kind: not only because that was the safest way of life. Partly on this account. Let them all lean upon him. and. that on the door or doorpost of every house. duly embellished the doorpost down below. involving the least offence to the people. and had his bed there every night.

the former carrying the money. In the Doctor’s little household. the basket. might have known as much of their language as of her own. through her long association with a French family. the articles of daily consumption that were wanted were purchased every evening. as in very many others. called Darnay. if it happened not to be the name 512 of 670 . For some months past. Cruncher did. she had no mind in that direction. To avoid attracting notice. Miss Pross and Mr. Every afternoon at about the time when the public lamps were lighted. Although Miss Pross. consequently she knew no more of that ‘nonsense’ (as she was pleased to call it) than Mr.A Tale of Two Cities Doctor Manette had employed to add to the list the name of Charles Evremonde. Cruncher had discharged the office of purveyors. in small quantities and at various small shops. and to give as little occasion as possible for talk and envy. So her manner of marketing was to plump a noun-substantive at the head of a shopkeeper without any introduction in the nature of an article. the latter. and made and brought home such purchases as were needful. In the universal fear and distrust that darkened the time. and. all the usual harmless ways of life were changed. was the general desire. if she had had a mind. they fared forth on this duty.

among the rest. one finger less than the merchant held up. whatever his number might be. dear! Pray. explained himself as meaning ‘Old Nick’s. ‘and we shall have a precious time of it. be cautious!’ cried Lucie.’ said Miss Pross. Mr. He had worn all his rust off long ago. wherever we buy it.’ said Miss Pross. and it’s Midnight Murder. 513 of 670 . She always made a bargain for it. They have but one.A Tale of Two Cities of the thing she wanted.’ ‘Who’s he?’ said Miss Pross. but nothing would file his spiky head down. Cruncher. as a statement of its just price. to look round for that thing. lay hold of it. with some diffidence.’ Jerry hoarsely professed himself at Miss Pross’s service.’ ‘Ha!’ said Miss Pross.’ retorted Jerry. and hold on by it until the bargain was concluded. Cruncher. ‘if you are ready. by holding up. pray. ‘whether they drink your health or the Old Un’s. ‘it doesn’t need an interpreter to explain the meaning of these creatures. and Mischief. whose eyes were red with felicity. Mr.’ ‘Hush. miss. ‘Now. ‘There’s all manner of things wanted. I should think. I am. Nice toasts these Redheads will be drinking. We want wine.’ ‘It will be much the same to your knowledge.

my maxim is. growlingly repeated the words after Miss Pross. ‘but I may say among ourselves. Doctor Manette.’ said Miss Pross. going on in the streets. yes. till you see me again! May I ask a question. 514 of 670 .’ said Miss Pross.’ said Miss Pross. On him our hopes we fix. ‘Well.’ Miss Pross curtseyed at the name. Cruncher. we have quite enough of that. smiling. God save the King!’ Mr. I’ll be cautious. and don’t move your pretty head from his shoulder as you have it now. in an access of loyalty. ‘the short and the long of it is. before I go?’ ‘I think you may take that liberty. Frustrate their knavish tricks. never you stir from that fire till I come back! Take care of the dear husband you have recovered. Ladybird. Now.’ the Doctor answered. my sweet. Confound their politics. dear! Again?’ Lucie remonstrated. like somebody at church. that I do hope there will be no oniony and tobaccoey smotherings in the form of embracings all round. nodding her head emphatically. ‘and as such. yes.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Yes. ‘For gracious sake. don’t talk about Liberty. ‘Hush. that I am a subject of His Most Gracious Majesty King George the Third.

It would be dangerous for Charles yet. ‘then we must have patience and wait: that’s all. Now.’ said Miss Pross. We must hold up our heads and fight low. Little Lucie sat by her grandfather with her hands clasped through his arm: and he. of our getting out of this place?’ ‘I fear not yet. Ladybird!’ They went out. her father. as my brother Solomon used to say. began to tell her a story of a great and powerful Fairy who had opened a prison-wall and let out a captive 515 of 670 . leaving Lucie.’ ‘Heigh-ho-hum!’ said Miss Pross. though I wish you had never taken that cold in your voice. Mr. Cruncher!— Don’t you move. in a tone not rising much above a whisper.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I am glad you have so much of the Englishman in you. Lorry was expected back presently from the Banking House. Mr. and the child. but had put it aside in a corner. and to come at it in this chance manner— ‘is there any prospect yet. and her husband. approvingly. Is there’—it was the good creature’s way to affect to make light of anything that was a great anxiety with them all. cheerfully repressing a sigh as she glanced at her darling’s golden hair in the light of the fire. that they might enjoy the fire-light undisturbed. Doctor Manette. Miss Pross had lighted the lamp. ‘But the question. by a bright fire.

crossed the two intervening outer rooms. and Lucie was more at ease than she had been. the staircase is as still as Death. ‘What is that?’ she cried. ‘I HAVE saved him. What weakness is this. and laying his hand upon her shoulder. stopping in his story. ‘command yourself. a blow was struck upon the door.’ said the Doctor. your father’s daughter!’ ‘I thought. What a disordered state you are in! The least thing—nothing— startles you! YOU. Save him!’ ‘My child.’ said the first. 516 of 670 .’ As he said the word. and opened it.’ ‘My love. all at once. father. my father. ‘that I heard strange feet upon the stairs.’ said Lucie. ‘The Citizen Evremonde. and four rough men in red caps.A Tale of Two Cities who had once done the Fairy a service. ‘Who seeks him?’ answered Darnay. rising. All was subdued and quiet. my dear! Let me go to the door. excusing herself. A rude clattering of feet over the floor. What can this be! Hide Charles. called Darnay. ‘My dear!’ said her father. ‘Oh father.’ He took the lamp in his hand. and laying his hand on hers. entered the room. armed with sabres and pistols. with a pale face and in a faltering voice.

and will know to-morrow. We seek him. I know you. Do you know me?’ ‘Yes. by the loose front of his red woollen shirt. not ungently.’ said the other three. as if be woe a statue made to hold it.’ ‘We all know you. and taking him. moved after these words were spoken. You are again the prisoner of the Republic.’ Doctor Manette. where he stood with his wife and child clinging to him. put the lamp down. whom this visitation had so turned into stone.’ The four surrounded him. and confronting the speaker.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I seek him. He looked abstractedly from one to another. I saw you before the Tribunal to-day. Evremonde. I know you. ‘Tell me how and why am I again a prisoner?’ ‘It is enough that you return straight to the Conciergerie. You are summoned for to-morrow. Citizen Doctor. and said. you have said. that be stood with the lamp in his hand. Citizen Doctor. after a pause: ‘Will you answer his question to me then? How does this happen?’ 517 of 670 . in a lower voice. said: ‘You know him.

‘is from Saint Antoine. The Republic goes before all. ‘Citizen Doctor.’ The Doctor turned his eyes upon that man.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Citizen Doctor. Who moved uneasily on his feet.’ ‘Of what?’ asked the Doctor.’ said the first. ‘ask no more. And by one other.’ answered the first. and added: ‘He is accused by Saint Antoine.’ ‘What other?’ ‘Do YOU ask. reluctantly. ‘but you can ask Him of Saint Antoine here. we are pressed. The People is supreme.’ the Doctor entreated. If the Republic demands sacrifices from you. Evremonde. But he is denounced— and gravely—by the Citizen and Citizeness Defarge.’ The citizen here indicated nodded his head. ‘Will you tell me who denounced him?’ ‘It is against rule. with his former reluctance. and at length said: ‘Well! Truly it is against rule.’ ‘One word. ‘he has been denounced to the Section of Saint Antoine. This citizen. rubbed his beard a little.’ pointing out the second who had entered. without doubt you as a good patriot will be happy to make them. Citizen Doctor?’ 518 of 670 .’ said the first.

and edit PDF. I am dumb!’ 519 of 670 . Download the free trial version. with a strange look. ‘Yes.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. ‘you will be answered to-morrow. Now.’ said he of Saint Antoine.’ ‘Then. view.

or got undeserved promotion in it! Better for him that his beard had never grown.A Tale of Two Cities VIII A Hand at Cards Happily unconscious of the new calamity at home. Woe to the man who played tricks with THAT Army. making guns for the Army of the Republic. Mr. walked at her side. and turned out of their road to avoid any very excited group of talkers. It was a raw evening. Miss Pross threaded her way along the narrow streets and crossed the river by the bridge of the Pont-Neuf. Having purchased a few small articles of grocery. Miss Pross bethought herself of the wine they wanted. reckoning in her mind the number of indispensable purchases she had to make. They both looked to the right and to the left into most of the shops they passed. with the basket. After peeping into several wine520 of 670 . and a measure of oil for the lamp. blurred to the eye with blazing lights and to the ear with harsh noises. had a wary eye for all gregarious assemblages of people. for the National Razor shaved him close. and the misty river. Cruncher. showed where the barges were stationed in which the smiths worked.

in that attitude. was not so red as the rest. not far from the National Palace. and rose to depart. like slumbering bears or dogs. she stopped at the sign of the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity. he had to face Miss Pross. once (and twice) the Tuileries. of the people. attended by her cavalier. Slightly observant of the smoky lights. No sooner did he face her. and clapped her hands. though red with patriotic caps. a man parted from another man in a corner. and. and showed what they wanted. and finding him of her opinion. playing with limp cards and yellow dominoes. 521 of 670 . Cruncher. or laid aside to be resumed. who in the popular high-shouldered shaggy black spencer looked. where the aspect of things rather took her fancy. the two outlandish customers approached the counter. of the one bare. and of the others listening to him. sootbegrimed workman reading a journal aloud. Miss Pross resorted to the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity.A Tale of Two Cities shops. than Miss Pross uttered a scream. bare-armed. pipe in mouth.breasted. In going. It had a quieter look than any other place of the same description they had passed. As their wine was measuring out. of the weapons worn. of the two or three customers fallen forward asleep. Sounding Mr.

the woman. do I find you here!’ 522 of 670 . speaking in a vexed. Solomon. they had no ears for anything in their surprise. except that it was something very voluble and loud. though they had been all ears. would have been as so much Hebrew or Chaldean to Miss Pross and her protector. Cruncher—though it seemed on his own separate and individual account—was in a state of the greatest wonder. it must be recorded. clapping her hands again. Mr. evidently English. that not only was Miss Pross lost in amazement and agitation. and in English. That somebody was assassinated by somebody vindicating a difference of opinion was the likeliest occurrence. ‘Oh. but only saw a man and a woman standing staring at each other. ‘What is the matter?’ said the man who had caused Miss Pross to scream.A Tale of Two Cities In a moment. by the disciples of the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity. the man with all the outward aspect of a Frenchman and a thorough Republican. dear Solomon!’ cried Miss Pross. the whole company were on their feet. But. What was said in this disappointing anti-climax. but. ‘After not setting eyes upon you or hearing of you for so long a time. For. Everybody looked to see somebody fall. abrupt voice (though in a low tone).

’ said Solomon. ‘Brother. Cruncher. bursting into tears. ‘Have I ever been so hard with you that you ask me such a cruel question?’ ‘Then hold your meddlesome tongue. ‘Now. ‘Does he think me a ghost?’ Apparently. Who’s this man?’ Miss Pross. Do you want to be the death of me?’ asked the man. Pay for your wine. Mr. to judge from his looks. As she did so. ‘and come out. Cruncher did.’ said Solomon. if you want to speak to me. Solomon turned to the followers of the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity. and Miss Pross. said through her tears. ‘Mr. ‘what do you want?’ 523 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities ‘Don’t call me Solomon. and offered a few words of explanation in the French language. frightened way.’ ‘Let him come out too. stopping at the dark street corner. shaking her loving and dejected head at her by no means affectionate brother. in a furtive. and come out. which caused them all to relapse into their former places and pursuits.’ said Solomon. exploring the depths of her reticule through her tears with great difficulty paid for her wine. however. brother!’ cried Miss Pross. He said not a word.

‘If you expect me to be surprised. an official among foreigners. Just as I am getting on!’ ‘The gracious and merciful Heavens forbid!’ cried Miss Pross. I shall be rendered Suspected. and such foreigners! I would almost sooner have seen the dear boy lying in his—‘ ‘I said so!’ cried her brother. If you really don’t want to endanger my existence—which I half believe you do—go your ways as soon as possible. Confound it! There. ‘I knew it. I am busy. casting up her tear-fraught eyes. dear 524 of 670 . and let me go mine. You want to be the death of me.’ ‘My English brother Solomon. ‘to give me such a greeting. ‘that had the makings in him of one of the best and greatest of men in his native country. and show me no affection.’ said Solomon.’ ‘There. interrupting. I am an official. ‘I am not surprised. by my own sister. I know of most people who are here.’ said her brother Solomon.’ mourned Miss Pross. ‘Far rather would I never see you again. making a dab at Miss Pross’s lips with his own. ‘Now are you content?’ Miss Pross only shook her head and wept in silence.A Tale of Two Cities ‘How dreadfully unkind in a brother nothing has ever turned my love away from!’ cried Miss Pross. I knew you were here.

and tell me there is nothing angry or estranged between us. And I know you’re 525 of 670 . hoarsely and unexpectedly interposed with the following singular question: ‘I say! Might I ask the favour? As to whether your name is John Solomon. being your sister. or Solomon John? She calls you Solomon. Lorry had not known it for a fact. all the world over). years ago. touching him on the shoulder. you know. when Mr. As if Mr. Cruncher. He had not previously uttered a word. and ever shall. ‘Speak out. with a far more grudging condescension and patronage than he could have shown if their relative merits and positions had been reversed (which is invariably the case. and I will detain you no longer. though I have ever loved you truly. or Solomon John?’ The official turned towards him with sudden distrust. however.’ Good Miss Pross! As if the estrangement between them had come of any culpability of hers. Say but one affectionate word to me. and she must know. ‘Come!’ said Mr. Cruncher. was more than he could do himself. by the way. in the quiet corner in Soho.’ (Which. that this precious brother had spent her money and left her! He was saying the affectionate word.A Tale of Two Cities Solomon.) ‘John Solomon.

’ ‘No?’ ‘No. was you called at that time?’ ‘Barsad. I wish you had a better 526 of 670 . Lorry’s. You was a spy— witness at the Bailey.’ ‘Indeed?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Well. striking in. was Sydney Carton. own father to yourself. we agreed that I would not present myself elsewhere until all was well. He had his hands behind him under the skirts of his ridingcoat. What. ‘That’s the name for a thousand pound!’ cried Jerry. likewise. T’other one’s was one syllable. yesterday evening.A Tale of Two Cities John. The speaker who struck in. over the water. to his surprise. or unless I could be useful. I arrived at Mr. But I’ll swear it was a name of two syllables. I present myself here. you know.’ said another voice. That warn’t your name over the water. my dear Miss Pross. in the name of the Father of Lies. I don’t know all I mean. and he stood at Mr. to beg a little talk with your brother. Which of the two goes first? And regarding that name of Pross. ‘Don’t be alarmed. Cruncher’s elbow as negligently as he might have stood at the Old Bailey itself. I know you. for I can’t call to mind what your name was.

and sat near you. under the gaolers. I had no difficulty in deducing from your unreserved conversation. I walked into the wine-shop here. who was pale. and asked him how he dared— ‘I’ll tell you. and the rumour openly going about among your admirers. You have a face to be remembered.’ Sheep was a cant word of the time for a spy. and I remember faces well. Barsad. turned paler. I walked in your direction. Made curious by seeing you in that connection. for associating you with the misfortunes of a friend now very unfortunate.’ ‘What purpose?’ the spy asked. the nature of your calling.’ said Sydney. coming out of the prison of the Conciergerie while I was contemplating the walls. Barsad. ‘I lighted on you. Barsad. The spy. Mr. and having a reason. to explain in the street. an hour or more ago. and might be dangerous. ‘It would be troublesome. I wish for your sake Mr. to which you are no stranger. Could you favour me.A Tale of Two Cities employed brother than Mr. with some minutes of your company—at the office of Tellson’s Bank. Mr. close after you. for instance?’ 527 of 670 . And gradually. in confidence. what I had done at random. Barsad was not a Sheep of the Prisons. seemed to shape itself into a purpose.

Do you go with me to the Bank?’ ‘I’ll hear what you have got to say. casting a reproachful look at his sister. Barsad!’ exclaimed Sydney. I might not have led up so pleasantly to a little proposal that I wish to make for our mutual satisfaction. if you can’t. and made the most of it. Miss 528 of 670 .’ said the spy.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Under a threat?’ ‘Oh! Did I say that?’ ‘Then. ‘Now. Barsad. ‘You apprehend me very clearly.’ ‘Do you mean that you won’t say. ‘if any trouble comes of this.’ ‘I propose that we first conduct your sister safely to the corner of her own street. Let me take your arm. Mr. Mr. sir?’ the spy irresolutely asked. I told you so.’ ‘Come. I’ll go with you. it’s your doing. His practised eye saw it. I won’t. why should I go there?’ ‘Really. come. in such a business as he had in his secret mind.’ Carton’s negligent recklessness of manner came powerfully in aid of his quickness and skill. Mr. ‘Don’t be ungrateful. and with such a man as he had to do with. I can’t say. Barsad. But for my great respect for your sister. Yes.

for you to be out in. and as your escort knows Mr. now a good many years ago. They left her at the corner of the street. This is not a good city. and showed the surprise with which he saw a stranger. walked at his side. She was too much occupied then with fears for the brother who so little deserved her affection. but changed and raised the man.A Tale of Two Cities Pross. at this time. and with Sydney’s friendly reassurances. which was within a few minutes’ walk. John Barsad. Mr. that as she pressed her hands on Sydney’s arm and looked up in his face. who had looked into the red coals at the Royal George at Dover. Lorry’s with us. there was a braced purpose in the arm and a kind of inspiration in the eyes. unprotected. He turned his head as they entered. I will invite him to Mr. which not only contradicted his light manner. Barsad. Are we ready? Come then!’ Miss Pross recalled soon afterwards. and Carton led the way to Mr. adequately to heed what she observed. and was sitting before a cheery little log or two of fire—perhaps looking into their blaze for the picture of that younger elderly gentleman from Tellson’s. or Solomon Pross. and to the end of her life remembered. Lorry’s. 529 of 670 . Lorry had just finished his dinner. imploring him to do no hurt to Solomon.

When was it done. He left the messengers at the 530 of 670 . and regarded his new visitor with an undisguised look of abhorrence. and am about to return to him!’ ‘Arrested for all that. by saying to him with a frown. coolly. Darnay has been arrested again. Mr. ‘and has acknowledged the relationship. Lorry immediately remembered. the old gentleman exclaimed.’ Mr.’ observed Carton. Barsad.’ As he took a chair himself. ‘Mr. ‘and I have it from Mr. Mr. Barsad. ‘What do you tell me! I left him safe and free within these two hours.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Miss Pross’s brother.’ ‘Mr. ‘Pray sit down. Barsad?’ ‘Just now. ‘Witness at that trial. that the arrest has taken place. Lorry wanted. he supplied the link that Mr. Barsad’s communication to a friend and brother Sheep over a bottle of wine. Barsad has been recognised by Miss Pross as the affectionate brother you have heard of. sir. ‘Mr.’ said Sydney.’ Struck with consternation.’ ‘I told you you had a remarkable face. ‘Barsad? I have an association with the name—and with the face.’ said Sydney. if at all. Barsad is the best authority possible. I pass to worse news.’ ‘Barsad?’ repeated the old gentleman.’ said Sydney. sir.

when desperate games are played for desperate stakes.’ said Sydney to him. I am shaken. ‘this is a desperate time. Let the 531 of 670 .’ said Sydney. he commanded himself. Confused. Lorry acknowledged. Mr.’ Mr. ‘that the name and influence of Doctor Manette may stand him in as good stead to-morrow—you said he would be before the Tribunal again to-morrow. and was silently attentive. ‘But that very circumstance would be alarming.’ Mr. There is no earthly doubt that he is retaken. Lorry. But it may not be so. I believe so. when we remember how identified he is with his son-in-law. gate.’ ‘That’s true. view. but sensible that something might depend on his presence of mind. ‘Now. I own to you. Mr. I trust. with his troubled hand at his chin.’ said Mr. and edit PDF. Barsad?—‘ ‘Yes. and his troubled eyes on Carton. by Doctor Manette’s not having had the power to prevent this arrest. ‘In short. Lorry.’ ‘—In as good stead to-morrow as to-day.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. Lorry’s business eye read in the speaker’s face that it was loss of time to dwell upon the point. Download the free trial version. and saw them admitted by the porter.’ ‘He may not have known of it beforehand.

I will play the losing one. now prisoner. now in the employ of the republican French government. is a friend in the Conciergerie. No man’s life here is worth purchase. I’ll see what I hold. Barsad. Any one carried home by the people to-day.’ said the spy. is Mr. Now. represents himself to his employers under a false name. so much the more valuable here for being English that an Englishman is less open to suspicion of subornation in those characters than a Frenchman.—Mr. Mr.A Tale of Two Cities Doctor play the winning game. Barsad. ‘Mr. may be condemned tomorrow. the stake I have resolved to play for.’ he went on. sir.’ It was put before him. was formerly in the employ of the aristocratic English government. and he drank off a glassful— drank off another glassful—pushed the bottle thoughtfully away. And the friend I purpose to myself to win. Barsad.’ ‘You need have good cards. That’s a very good card. you know what a brute I am. always spy and secret informer. ‘I’ll run them over. That’s an 532 of 670 . the enemy of France and freedom. now turnkey. in case of the worst. in the tone of one who really was looking over a hand at cards: ‘Sheep of the prisons. I wish you’d give me a little brandy. emissary of Republican committees. Lorry.

Barsad?’ ‘Not to understand your play. Barsad to the nearest Section Committee. He saw that the spy was fearful of his drinking himself into a fit state for the immediate denunciation of him. Take time. ‘Look over your hand carefully. he poured out and drank another glassful. Mr. Don’t hurry. Denunciation of Mr. is the spy of Pitt. Mr. through too much unsuccessful hard swearing there—not because he was not wanted there. and see what you have. Have you followed my hand. the English traitor and agent of all mischief so much spoken of and so difficult to find. still in the pay of the aristocratic English government. that Mr.A Tale of Two Cities excellent card. ‘I play my Ace. and drank it off. poured out another glassful of brandy. Thrown out of his honourable employment in England. Mr. That’s a card not to be beaten.’ He drew the bottle near. the treacherous foe of the Republic crouching in its bosom. our English reasons for 533 of 670 . Mr. Look over your hand. Barsad. Inference clear as day in this region of suspicion. Barsad. somewhat uneasily.’ It was a poorer hand than he suspected. Barsad saw losing cards in it that Sydney Carton knew nothing of. Seeing it.’ returned the spy. Barsad.

and history. Once 534 of 670 . and denounce people whose lives the guillotine then surely swallowed up. as should serve him for an introduction to familiar conversation with the Defarges. and had broken down with them signally. over and over again produce her knitted registers. that that terrible woman had knitted when he talked with her. a word might bring it down upon him. that flight was impossible. and had looked ominously at him as her fingers moved. and tried them on Madame Defarge.A Tale of Two Cities vaunting our superiority to secrecy and spies are of very modern date—he knew that he had crossed the Channel. He knew that under the overthrown government he had been a spy upon Saint Antoine and Defarge’s wine-shop. that he was tied fast under the shadow of the axe. and accepted service in France: first. as a tempter and an eavesdropper among the natives. He knew. in the Section of Saint Antoine. as every one employed as he was did. He had since seen her. He always remembered with fear and trembling. and that in spite of his utmost tergiversation and treachery in furtherance of the reigning terror. had received from the watchful police such heads of information concerning Doctor Manette’s imprisonment. that he was never safe. as a tempter and an eavesdropper among his own countrymen there: gradually. release.

Mr. so much your junior. as he turned to Mr.A Tale of Two Cities denounced. Besides that all secret men are men soon terrified. I admit that I am a spy.’ said Carton. ‘You scarcely seem to like your hand. Barsad. he foresaw that the dreadful woman of whose unrelenting character he had seen many proofs. taking the answer on himself. to justify the holder in growing rather livid as he turned them over. and on such grave grounds as had just now been suggested to his mind. and why should he so demean himself as to make himself one?’ ‘I play my Ace. Lorry. with the greatest composure. and would quash his last chance of life. ‘Do you play?’ ‘I think. would produce against him that fatal register. in the meanest manner. but this gentleman is no spy.’ said Sydney. in a very few minutes. whether he can under any circumstances reconcile it to his station to play that Ace of which he has spoken. to put it to this other gentleman. ‘I may appeal to a gentleman of your years and benevolence. sir. and looking at his watch. and that it is considered a discreditable station—though it must be filled by somebody.’ 535 of 670 . ‘without any scruple.’ said the spy. here were surely cards enough of one black suit.

musing. not yet enumerated. eh?’ repeated Carton. received such a check from the inscrutability of Carton.—that it faltered here and failed him.’ 536 of 670 . That friend and fellow-Sheep. You don’t know him. who spoke of himself as pasturing in the country prisons. and not appearing to notice him at all. ‘Well. quickly. While he was at a loss. curiously in dissonance with his ostentatiously rough dress. now I think again. Carton said. resuming his former air of contemplating cards: ‘And indeed.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I should have hoped. I have a strong impression that I have another good card here. who was he?’ ‘French. sir?’ ‘I have thoroughly made up my mind about it. Lorry into the discussion.’ said the spy. he may be. always striving to hook Mr. though he echoed his word. ‘that your respect for my sister—‘ ‘I could not better testify my respect for your sister than by finally relieving her of her brother.’ said the spy.’ said Sydney Carton.’ The smooth manner of the spy. gentlemen both. ‘French.—who was a mystery to wiser and honester men than he. ‘You think not. and probably with his usual demeanour.

’ said Barsad. ‘It-can’t-be. sir.’ said the spy.’ said the spy. His unpopularity with the blackguard multitude at the 537 of 670 . in the same mechanical way—‘though it’s not important—No. ‘there you really give me an advantage over you. ‘though it’s not important. We had that man before us at the Old Bailey. as a light broke clearly on his mind.’ ‘Though it’s not important. He was buried in London. I assure you.’ repeated Carton. Yet I know the face. It can’t be. there you are hasty. retrospectively. Spoke good French. I attended him in his last illness. at this distance of time. Foreign!’ cried Carton. but the same man. No.’ ‘Now. Cly (who I will unreservedly admit.’ ‘I think not. ‘Cly! Disguised.’ muttered Sydney Carton.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Is. it’s not important. at the church of Saint Pancras-in-the-Fields. ‘Can’t-be.’ said the spy. with a smile that gave his aquiline nose an extra inclination to one side. I thought?’ ‘Provincial. ‘No. was a partner of mine) has been dead several years. and idling his glass (which fortunately was a small one) again. striking his open hand on the table. I am sure not. Yet like a foreigner.

’ Here. it’s no forgery. 538 of 670 . Mr. Oh.A Tale of Two Cities moment prevented my following his remains. look at it. Unseen by the spy. ‘and let us be fair. from where he sat. Cruncher rose and stepped forward. if it had been that moment dressed by the Cow with the crumpled horn in the house that Jack built. Lorry perceived the reflection on the wall to elongate. and touched him on the shoulder like a ghostly bailiff. I will lay before you a certificate of Cly’s burial. he discovered it to be caused by a sudden extraordinary rising and stiffening of all the risen and stiff hair on Mr. Mr. Lorry became aware. but I helped to lay him in his coffin. of a most remarkable goblin shadow on the wall. Mr.’ with a hurried hand he produced and opened it. Tracing it to its source. Cruncher stood at his side. ‘ever since. To show you how mistaken you are.’ said the spy. Cruncher’s head. and what an unfounded assumption yours is. look at it! You may take it in your hand. which I happened to have carried in my pocket-book.’ Here. There it is. ‘Let us be reasonable. and Mr. His hair could not have been more violently on end.

is it. Don’t go and tell me that you buried Cly. had been lost in amazement at this turn of the business. ‘that you buried paving-stones and earth in that there coffin. Cruncher. ‘that he warn’t never in it. Lorry. and stammered. Me and two more knows it. here requested Mr.’ ‘How do you know it?’ ‘What’s that to you? Ecod!’ growled Mr. Cruncher. Cruncher. 539 of 670 .’ Sydney Carton. with Mr. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I mean.A Tale of Two Cities ‘That there Roger Cly. Cruncher to moderate and explain himself. ‘it’s you I have got a old grudge again. they both looked in unspeakable astonishment at Jerry. with a taciturn and iron-bound visage.’ said Jerry. who. It was a take in. ‘So YOU put him in his coffin?’ ‘I did. if he was ever in it. with your shameful impositions upon tradesmen! I’d catch hold of your throat and choke you for half a guinea.’ ‘Who took him out of it?’ Barsad leaned back in his chair.’ The spy looked round at the two gentlemen.’ said Mr. ‘I tell you.’ said Mr. master. No! Not he! I’ll have my head took off.

sir. Impossible. that I only got away from England at the risk of being ducked to death. Though how this man knows it was a sham. ‘I hold another card. Cruncher dwelt upon this as quite a liberal offer. What I stand to. and I’ll either catch hold of his throat and choke him for half a guinea.’ he returned. for you to outlive denunciation. Barsad. with Suspicion filling the air. Mr. moreover. ‘or I’ll out and announce him. that he knows well wot that there Cly was never in that there coffin. Let him say he was. when you are in communication with another aristocratic spy of the same antecedents as yourself. is a wonder of wonders to me. that he never would have got away at all but for that sham. A strong card—a certain Guillotine card! Do you play?’ ‘No!’ returned the spy. I confess that we were so unpopular with the outrageous mob.A Tale of Two Cities ‘At another time.’ ‘Humph! I see one thing. ‘I throw up. who. ‘the present time is ill-conwenient for explainin’. has the mystery about him of having feigned death and come to life again! A plot in the prisons.’ 540 of 670 . here in raging Paris. of the foreigner against the Republic. evasively. and that Cly was so ferreted up and down. in so much as a word of one syllable. is.’ said Carton.’ Mr.

’ said the spy. and I had better trust my life to the chances of a refusal than the chances of consent. ‘It has come to a point. with more decision. We are all desperate here. ‘you’ll have trouble enough with giving your attention to that gentleman. Remember! I may denounce you if I think proper. what do you want with me?’ ‘Not very much.’ The Sheep of the prisons turned from him to Sydney Carton.’ retorted the contentious Mr. You talk of desperation. and so can others. and said. what is it? Now. I go on duty soon. 541 of 670 . Ask me to do anything in my office. putting my head in great extra danger.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Never you trouble your head about this man. You told me you had a proposal. Cruncher could not be restrained from making rather an ostentatious parade of his liberality—‘I’d catch hold of your throat and choke you for half a guinea. and can’t overstay my time. You are a turnkey at the Conciergerie?’ ‘I tell you once for all. I should make that choice. it is of no use asking too much of me. and I can swear my way through stone walls. there is no such thing as an escape possible. Now. firmly. In short. And look here! Once more!’— Mr. Cruncher.

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‘Why need you tell me what I have not asked? You are a turnkey at the Conciergerie?’ ‘I am sometimes.’ ‘You can be when you choose?’ ‘I can pass in and out when I choose.’ Sydney Carton filled another glass with brandy, poured it slowly out upon the hearth, and watched it as it dropped. It being all spent, he said, rising: ‘So far, we have spoken before these two, because it was as well that the merits of the cards should not rest solely between you and me. Come into the dark room here, and let us have one final word alone.’

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IX The Game Made
While Sydney Carton and the Sheep of the prisons were in the adjoining dark room, speaking so low that not a sound was heard, Mr. Lorry looked at Jerry in considerable doubt and mistrust. That honest tradesman’s manner of receiving the look, did not inspire confidence; he changed the leg on which he rested, as often as if he had fifty of those limbs, and were trying them all; he examined his finger-nails with a very questionable closeness of attention; and whenever Mr. Lorry’s eye caught his, he was taken with that peculiar kind of short cough requiring the hollow of a hand before it, which is seldom, if ever, known to be an infirmity attendant on perfect openness of character. ‘Jerry,’ said Mr. Lorry. ‘Come here.’ Mr. Cruncher came forward sideways, with one of his shoulders in advance of him. ‘What have you been, besides a messenger?’ After some cogitation, accompanied with an intent look at his patron, Mr. Cruncher conceived the luminous idea of replying, ‘Agicultooral character.’ 543 of 670

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‘My mind misgives me much,’ said Mr. Lorry, angrily shaking a forefinger at him, ‘that you have used the respectable and great house of Tellson’s as a blind, and that you have had an unlawful occupation of an infamous description. If you have, don’t expect me to befriend you when you get back to England. If you have, don’t expect me to keep your secret. Tellson’s shall not be imposed upon.’ ‘I hope, sir,’ pleaded the abashed Mr. Cruncher, ‘that a gentleman like yourself wot I’ve had the honour of odd jobbing till I’m grey at it, would think twice about harming of me, even if it wos so—I don’t say it is, but even if it wos. And which it is to be took into account that if it wos, it wouldn’t, even then, be all o’ one side. There’d be two sides to it. There might be medical doctors at the present hour, a picking up their guineas where a honest tradesman don’t pick up his fardens— fardens! no, nor yet his half fardens— half fardens! no, nor yet his quarter—a banking away like smoke at Tellson’s, and a cocking their medical eyes at that tradesman on the sly, a going in and going out to their own carriages—ah! equally like smoke, if not more so. Well, that ‘ud be imposing, too, on Tellson’s. For you cannot sarse the goose and not the gander. And here’s Mrs. Cruncher, or 544 of 670

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leastways wos in the Old England times, and would be tomorrow, if cause given, a floppin’ again the business to that degree as is ruinating—stark ruinating! Whereas them medical doctors’ wives don’t flop—catch ‘em at it! Or, if they flop, their toppings goes in favour of more patients, and how can you rightly have one without t’other? Then, wot with undertakers, and wot with parish clerks, and wot with sextons, and wot with private watchmen (all awaricious and all in it), a man wouldn’t get much by it, even if it wos so. And wot little a man did get, would never prosper with him, Mr. Lorry. He’d never have no good of it; he’d want all along to be out of the line, if he, could see his way out, being once in— even if it wos so.’ ‘Ugh!’ cried Mr. Lorry, rather relenting, nevertheless, ‘I am shocked at the sight of you.’ ‘Now, what I would humbly offer to you, sir,’ pursued Mr. Cruncher, ‘even if it wos so, which I don’t say it is—‘ ‘Don’t prevaricate,’ said Mr. Lorry. ‘No, I will NOT, sir,’ returned Mr. Crunches as if nothing were further from his thoughts or practice— ‘which I don’t say it is—wot I would humbly offer to you, sir, would be this. Upon that there stool, at that there Bar, sets that there boy of mine, brought up and growed up to be a man, wot will errand you, message you, general545 of 670

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light-job you, till your heels is where your head is, if such should be your wishes. If it wos so, which I still don’t say it is (for I will not prewaricate to you, sir), let that there boy keep his father’s place, and take care of his mother; don’t blow upon that boy’s father—do not do it, sir—and let that father go into the line of the reg’lar diggin’, and make amends for what he would have undug—if it wos so-by diggin’ of ‘em in with a will, and with conwictions respectin’ the futur’ keepin’ of ‘em safe. That, Mr. Lorry,’ said Mr. Cruncher, wiping his forehead with his arm, as an announcement that he had arrived at the peroration of his discourse, ‘is wot I would respectfully offer to you, sir. A man don’t see all this here a goin’ on dreadful round him, in the way of Subjects without heads, dear me, plentiful enough fur to bring the price down to porterage and hardly that, without havin’ his serious thoughts of things. And these here would be mine, if it wos so, entreatin’ of you fur to bear in mind that wot I said just now, I up and said in the good cause when I might have kep’ it back.’ ‘That at least is true, said Mr. Lorry. ‘Say no more now. It may be that I shall yet stand your friend, if you deserve it, and repent in action—not in words. I want no more words.’

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Mr. Cruncher knuckled his forehead, as Sydney Carton and the spy returned from the dark room. ‘Adieu, Mr. Barsad,’ said the former; ‘our arrangement thus made, you have nothing to fear from me.’ He sat down in a chair on the hearth, over against Mr. Lorry. When they were alone, Mr. Lorry asked him what he had done? ‘Not much. If it should go ill with the prisoner, I have ensured access to him, once.’ Mr. Lorry’s countenance fell. ‘It is all I could do,’ said Carton. ‘To propose too much, would be to put this man’s head under the axe, and, as he himself said, nothing worse could happen to him if he were denounced. It was obviously the weakness of the position. There is no help for it.’ ‘But access to him,’ said Mr. Lorry, ‘if it should go ill before the Tribunal, will not save him.’ ‘I never said it would.’ Mr. Lorry’s eyes gradually sought the fire; his sympathy with his darling, and the heavy disappointment of his second arrest, gradually weakened them; he was an old man now, overborne with anxiety of late, and his tears fell.

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‘You are a good man and a true friend,’ said Carton, in an altered voice. ‘Forgive me if I notice that you are affected. I could not see my father weep, and sit by, careless. And I could not respect your sorrow more, if you were my father. You are free from that misfortune, however.’ Though he said the last words, with a slip into his usual manner, there was a true feeling and respect both in his tone and in his touch, that Mr. Lorry, who had never seen the better side of him, was wholly unprepared for. He gave him his hand, and Carton gently pressed it. ‘To return to poor Darnay,’ said Carton. ‘Don’t tell Her of this interview, or this arrangement. It would not enable Her to go to see him. She might think it was contrived, in case of the worse, to convey to him the means of anticipating the sentence.’ Mr. Lorry had not thought of that, and he looked quickly at Carton to see if it were in his mind. It seemed to be; he returned the look, and evidently understood it. ‘She might think a thousand things,’ Carton said, ‘and any of them would only add to her trouble. Don’t speak of me to her. As I said to you when I first came, I had better not see her. I can put my hand out, to do any little helpful work for her that my hand can find to do, without 548 of 670

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that. You are going to her, I hope? She must be very desolate to-night.’ ‘I am going now, directly.’ ‘I am glad of that. She has such a strong attachment to you and reliance on you. How does she look?’ ‘Anxious and unhappy, but very beautiful.’ ‘Ah!’ It was a long, grieving sound, like a sigh—almost like a sob. It attracted Mr. Lorry’s eyes to Carton’s 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. He wore the white riding-coat and top-boots, then in vogue, and the light of the fire touching their light surfaces made him look very pale, with his long brown hair, all untrimmed, hanging loose about him. His indifference to fire was sufficiently remarkable to elicit a word of remonstrance from Mr. Lorry; his boot was still upon the hot embers of the flaming log, when it had broken under the weight of his foot. ‘I forgot it,’ he said.

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Mr. Lorry’s eyes were again attracted to his face. Taking note of the wasted air which clouded the naturally handsome features, and having the expression of prisoners’ faces fresh in his mind, he was strongly reminded of that expression. ‘And your duties here have drawn to an end, sir?’ said Carton, turning to him. ‘Yes. As I was telling you last night when Lucie came in so unexpectedly, I have at length done all that I can do here. I hoped to have left them in perfect safety, and then to have quitted Paris. I have my Leave to Pass. I was ready to go.’ They were both silent. ‘Yours is a long life to look back upon, sir?’ said Carton, wistfully. ‘I am in my seventy-eighth year.’ ‘You have been useful all your life; steadily and constantly occupied; trusted, respected, and looked up to?’ ‘I have been a man of business, ever since I have been a man. indeed, I may say that I was a man of business when a boy.’ ‘See what a place you fill at seventy-eight. How many people will miss you when you leave it empty!’

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‘A solitary old bachelor,’ answered Mr. Lorry, shaking his head. ‘There is nobody to weep for me.’ ‘How can you say that? Wouldn’t She weep for you? Wouldn’t her child?’ ‘Yes, yes, thank God. I didn’t quite mean what I said.’ ‘It IS a thing to thank God for; is it not?’ ‘Surely, surely.’ ‘If you could say, with truth, to your own solitary heart, to-night, ‘I have secured to myself the love and attachment, the gratitude or respect, of no human creature; I have won myself a tender place in no regard; I have done nothing good or serviceable to be remembered by!’ your seventy-eight years would be seventy-eight heavy curses; would they not?’ ‘You say truly, Mr. Carton; I think they would be.’ Sydney turned his eyes again upon the fire, and, after a silence of a few moments, said: ‘I should like to ask you:—Does your childhood seem far off? Do the days when you sat at your mother’s knee, seem days of very long ago?’ Responding to his softened manner, Mr. Lorry answered: ‘Twenty years back, yes; at this time of my life, no. For, as I draw closer and closer to the end, I travel in the 551 of 670

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circle, nearer and nearer to the beginning. It seems to be one of the kind smoothings and preparings of the way. My heart is touched now, by many remembrances that had long fallen asleep, of my pretty young mother (and I so old!), and by many associations of the days when what we call the World was not so real with me, and my faults were not confirmed in me.’ ‘I understand the feeling!’ exclaimed Carton, with a bright flush. ‘And you are the better for it?’ ‘I hope so.’ Carton terminated the conversation here, by rising to help him on with his outer coat; ‘But you,’ said Mr. Lorry, reverting to the theme, ‘you are young.’ ‘Yes,’ said Carton. ‘I am not old, but my young way was never the way to age. Enough of me.’ ‘And of me, I am sure,’ said Mr. Lorry. ‘Are you going out?’ ‘I’ll walk with you to her gate. You know my vagabond and restless habits. If I should prowl about the streets a long time, don’t be uneasy; I shall reappear in the morning. You go to the Court to-morrow?’ ‘Yes, unhappily.’ ‘I shall be there, but only as one of the crowd. My Spy will find a place for me. Take my arm, sir.’ 552 of 670

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Mr. Lorry did so, and they went down-stairs and out in the streets. A few minutes brought them to Mr. Lorry’s destination. Carton left him there; but lingered at a little distance, and turned back to the gate again when it was shut, and touched it. He had heard of her going to the prison every day. ‘She came out here,’ he said, looking about him, ‘turned this way, must have trod on these stones often. Let me follow in her steps.’ It was ten o’clock at night when he stood before the prison of La Force, where she had stood hundreds of times. A little wood-sawyer, having closed his shop, was smoking his pipe at his shop-door. ‘Good night, citizen,’ said Sydney Carton, pausing in going by; for, the man eyed him inquisitively. ‘Good night, citizen.’ ‘How goes the Republic?’ ‘You mean the Guillotine. Not ill. Sixty-three to-day. We shall mount to a hundred soon. Samson and his men complain sometimes, of being exhausted. Ha, ha, ha! He is so droll, that Samson. Such a Barber!’ ‘Do you often go to see him—‘ ‘Shave? Always. Every day. What a barber! You have seen him at work?’ ‘Never.’ 553 of 670

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‘Go and see him when he has a good batch. Figure this to yourself, citizen; he shaved the sixty-three to-day, in less than two pipes! Less than two pipes. Word of honour!’ As the grinning little man held out the pipe he was smoking, to explain how he timed the executioner, Carton was so sensible of a rising desire to strike the life out of him, that he turned away. ‘But you are not English,’ said the wood-sawyer, ‘though you wear English dress?’ ‘Yes,’ said Carton, pausing again, and answering over his shoulder. ‘You speak like a Frenchman.’ ‘I am an old student here.’ ‘Aha, a perfect Frenchman! Good night, Englishman.’ ‘Good night, citizen.’ ‘But go and see that droll dog,’ the little man persisted, calling after him. ‘And take a pipe with you!’ Sydney had not gone far out of sight, when he stopped in the middle of the street under a glimmering lamp, and wrote with his pencil on a scrap of paper. Then, traversing with the decided step of one who remembered the way well, several dark and dirty streets—much dirtier than usual, for the best public thoroughfares remained uncleansed in those times of terror—he stopped at a 554 of 670

counted out the money for them. crooked man. as he confronted him at his counter. kept in a tortuous. Download the free trial version. ‘Whew!’ the chemist whistled softly. ‘There is nothing more to do. ‘Hi! hi! hi!’ Sydney Carton took no heed. one by one. crooked shop. Giving this citizen. uphill thoroughfare.’ Certain small packets were made and given to him. It was the settled manner of a tired man. dim.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. which the owner was closing with his own hands. view. dim. and deliberately left the shop. 555 of 670 . He put them. citizen?’ ‘For me. by a small. too. citizen? You know the consequences of mixing them?’ ‘Perfectly. and edit PDF.’ It was not a reckless manner. but who at length struck into his road and saw its end. ‘until to-morrow. who had wandered and struggled and got lost. as he read it. the manner in which he said these words aloud under the fast-sailing clouds. I can’t sleep. nor was it more expressive of negligence than defiance. and the chemist said: ‘For you. glancing upward at the moon. good night. in the breast of his inner coat.’ ‘You will be careful to keep them separate. he laid the scrap of paper before him. A small. chemist’s shop.’ said he.

These solemn words. arose in his mind as he went down the dark streets. saith the Lord: he that believeth in me. and for to-morrow’s victims then awaiting their doom in the prisons. though he were dead. which had been read at his father’s grave. with natural sorrow rising in him for the sixty-three who had been that day put to death. might have been easily found. and still of tomorrow’s and to-morrow’s.’ In a city dominated by the axe. forgetful through a few calm hours of the horrors surrounding them. alone at night. plunderers. he had followed his father to the grave. He did not seek it. like a rusty old ship’s anchor from the deep. yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me. among the heavy shadows. 556 of 670 . with the moon and the clouds sailing on high above him. but repeated them and went on.A Tale of Two Cities Long ago. ‘I am the resurrection and the life. years before. in the towers of the churches. for the popular revulsion had even travelled that length of selfdestruction from years of priestly impostors. where no prayers were said. the chain of association that brought the words home. With a solemn interest in the lighted windows where the people were going to rest. when he had been famous among his earliest competitors as a youth of great promise. shall never die. His mother had died.

that no sorrowful story of a haunting Spirit ever arose among the people out of all the working of the Guillotine. saith the Lord: he that believeth in me. reserved. shall never die.A Tale of Two Cities and profligates. At one of the theatre doors. in the distant burial-places. ‘I am the resurrection and the life. But. the theatres were all well filled. He carried the child over. and the people poured cheerfully out as he passed. for riders in coaches were liable to be suspected. though he were dead. in the abounding gaols. yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me. and went chatting home. Few coaches were abroad. there was a little girl with a mother. and before. and in the streets along which the sixties rolled to a death which had become so common and material. with a solemn interest in the whole life and death of the city settling down to its short nightly pause in fury. Sydney Carton crossed the Seine again for the lighter streets. and trudged. for Eternal Sleep.’ 557 of 670 . and gentility hid its head in red nightcaps. the timid arm was loosed from his neck asked her for a kiss. as they wrote upon the gates. and put on heavy shoes. looking for a way across the street through the mud.

a bridge of light appeared to span the air between him and the sun. the glorious sun. as he stood upon the bridge listening to the water as it splashed the river-walls of the Island of Paris. The strong tide. Then. that the streets were quiet. seemed to strike those words. he heard them always. he sometimes repeated them to himself as he walked. the night. The night wore out. But. turned pale and died. while the river sparkled under it. and certain. where the picturesque confusion of houses and cathedral shone bright in the light of the moon. He walked by the stream. looking like a dead face out of the sky. straight and warm to his heart in its long bright rays. so deep. And looking along them. he lingered there yet a little longer. so swift. and were in the air. and for a little while it seemed as if Creation were delivered over to Death’s dominion. and. When he awoke and was afoot again. and the night wore on. and in the light and warmth of the sun fell asleep on the bank. in the morning stillness. was like a congenial friend. Perfectly calm and steady. the words were in the echoes of his feet. with reverently shaded eyes. far from the houses. but. watching an eddy that turned and turned 558 of 670 . rising. that burden of the night. the day came coldly.A Tale of Two Cities Now. with the moon and the stars.

As its silent track in the water disappeared. having washed and changed to refresh himself. sitting beside her father. until the stream absorbed it.—‘Like me. yet so courageous for his sake. so encouraging.’ Mr. Mr. When her husband was brought in. Lorry was already out when he got back. on 559 of 670 . and animated his heart. and carried it on to the sea. Lorry was there. so sustaining. with a sail of the softened colour of a dead leaf. went out to the place of trial. the prayer that had broken up out of his heart for a merciful consideration of all his poor blindnesses and errors. She was there. ended in the words.A Tale of Two Cities purposeless. then glided into his view. brightened his glance. she turned a look upon him. The court was all astir and a-buzz. Sydney Carton drank nothing but a little coffee. when the black sheep—whom many fell away from in dread—pressed him into an obscure corner among the crowd. that it called the healthy blood into his face. ate some bread. so full of admiring love and pitying tenderness. ‘I am the resurrection and the life. and Doctor Manette was there. and died away.’ A trading-boat. and it was easy to surmise where the good old man was gone. and. floated by him. If there had been any eyes to notice the influence of her look.

A lifethirsting. that the suicidal vengeance of the Revolution was to scatter them all to the winds. and gleamed at it approvingly. No favourable leaning in that quarter to-day. forms. Every eye was turned to the jury. one man with a craving face. murderous business-meaning there. and his fingers perpetually hovering about his lips.A Tale of Two Cities Sydney Carton. Every eye then turned to the five judges and the public prosecutor. and to-morrow and the day after. cannibal-looking. The whole jury. Every eye then sought some other eye in the crowd. and heads nodded 560 of 670 . if all laws. There could have been no such Revolution. bloody-minded juryman. it would have been seen to be the same influence exactly. and ceremonies. uncompromising. whose appearance gave great satisfaction to the spectators. there was little or no order of procedure. Before that unjust Tribunal. Antoine. Eager and prominent among them. The same determined patriots and good republicans as yesterday and the day before. as a jury of dogs empannelled to try the deer. ensuring to any accused person any reasonable hearing. A fell. had not first been so monstrously abused. the Jacques Three of St.

in right of such proscription. Released yesterday. physician. absolutely Dead in Law. The President asked. one of a race proscribed.A Tale of Two Cities at one another. for that they had used their abolished privileges to the infamous oppression of the people.’ ‘By whom?’ ‘Three voices. Reaccused and retaken yesterday. called Darnay.’ ‘Therese Defarge. before bending forward with a strained attention.’ ‘Alexandre Manette. Antoine.’ ‘Good. called Darnay. President.’ ‘Good. wine-vendor of St. the Public Prosecutor. his wife. Aristocrat. Charles Evremonde. Ernest Defarge. in as few or fewer words. was the Accused openly denounced or secretly? ‘Openly.’ 561 of 670 . To this effect. Charles Evremonde. one of a family of tyrants. Suspected and Denounced enemy of the Republic. Indictment delivered to him last night.

In the meanwhile. You know the accused to be the husband of my daughter. and with warmth resumed. The President rang his bell. nothing can be so dear to a good citizen as the Republic. his daughter drew closer to him. standing where he had been seated. with his eyes looking around.A Tale of Two Cities A great uproar took place in the court. be silent!’ Frantic acclamations were again raised. pale and trembling. be tranquil. ‘If the Republic should demand of you the sacrifice of your child herself.’ Loud acclamations hailed this rebuke. and restored the usual hand to his mouth. and his lips trembling. Who and where is the false conspirator who says that I denounce the husband of my child!’ ‘Citizen Manette. Listen to what is to follow. My daughter. Doctor Manette sat down. and those dear to her. you would have no duty but to sacrifice her. I indignantly protest to you that this is a forgery and a fraud. are far dearer to me than my life. and in the midst of it. 562 of 670 . As to what is dearer to you than life. Doctor Manette was seen. To fail in submission to the authority of the Tribunal would be to put yourself out of Law. ‘President. The craving man on the jury rubbed his hands together.

Patriots. ‘I defy that bell!’ wherein she was likewise much commended. and of the state of the prisoner when released and delivered to him. ‘You did good service at the taking of the Bastille. The President rang his bell. The Vengeance. I speak the truth!’ It was The Vengeance who. This short examination followed. but. shrieked.’ Here. ‘Inform the Tribunal of what you did that day within the Bastille. when the court was quiet enough to admit of his being heard. an excited woman screeched from the crowd: ‘You were one of the best patriots there. citizen?’ ‘I believe so. citizen. and of his having been a mere boy in the Doctor’s service. amidst the warm commendations of the audience.A Tale of Two Cities Defarge was produced. for the court was quick with its work. warming with encouragement. thus assisted the proceedings. and you were among the first to enter the accursed fortress when it fell. and rapidly expounded the story of the imprisonment. and of the release. Why not say so? You were a cannoneer that day there.’ 563 of 670 .

’ ‘Let it be read. I have made it my business to examine some specimens of the writing of Doctor Manette. and all the other eyes there 564 of 670 . had been confined in a cell known as One Hundred and Five. when the place shall fall. to examine that cell. when he made shoes under my care. Defarge never taking his from his feasting wife. ‘I knew that this prisoner. looking down at his wife. This is the writing of Doctor Manette. He knew himself by no other name than One Hundred and Five. his wife only looking from him to look with solicitude at her father. to the hands of the President. with a fellow-citizen who is one of the Jury. directed by a gaoler. looking steadily up at him. very closely. Doctor Manette keeping his eyes fixed on the reader. of whom I speak. North Tower. in the writing of Doctor Manette. I mount to the cell.’ In a dead silence and stillness—the prisoner under trial looking lovingly at his wife. North Tower. In a hole in the chimney.’ said Defarge. As I serve my gun that day. I knew it from himself. I confide this paper. Madame Defarge never taking hers from the prisoner. I resolve. It falls. This is that written paper.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I knew. I find a written paper. where a stone has been worked out and replaced. who stood at the bottom of the steps on which he was raised. I examine it.

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Hope has quite departed from my breast. I know from terrible warnings I have noted in myself that my reason will not long remain unimpaired. I write it at stolen intervals. unfortunate physician. and afterwards resident in Paris. during the last month of the year. whether 566 of 670 . but I solemnly declare that I am at this time in the possession of my right mind—that my memory is exact and circumstantial—and that I write the truth as I shall answer for these my last recorded words. when I and my sorrows are dust. 1767. where I have slowly and laboriously made a place of concealment for it. under every difficulty. ‘These words are formed by the rusty iron point with which I write with difficulty in scrapings of soot and charcoal from the chimney. mixed with blood. I design to secrete it in the wall of the chimney. Some pitying hand may find it there. in the last month of the tenth year of my captivity. Alexandre Manette. write this melancholy paper in my doleful cell in the Bastille.A Tale of Two Cities X The Substance of the Shadow ‘I. native of Beauvais.

I observed that they were both wrapped in cloaks. a head was put out at the window. in the third week of December (I think the twenty-second of the month) in the year 1757. I was walking on a retired part of the quay by the Seine for the refreshment of the frosty air. and a voice called to the driver to stop. or rather younger. view. at the Eternal Judgmentseat. at an hour’s distance from my place of residence in the Street of the School of Medicine. ‘The carriage stopped as soon as the driver could rein in his horses. As they stood side by side near the carriage door. and the same voice called to me by my name. Download the free trial version. I answered. ‘‘You are Doctor Manette?’ said one. voice.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. in stature. and (as far as I could see) face too. and that they were greatly alike. 567 of 670 . As I stood aside to let that carriage pass. and appeared to conceal themselves. ‘One cloudy moonlight night. apprehensive that it might otherwise run me down. when a carriage came along behind me. and edit PDF. they be ever read by men or not. The carriage was then so far in advance of me that two gentlemen had time to open the door and alight before I came up with it. manner. driven very fast. I also observed that they both looked of about my own age.

A Tale of Two Cities ‘I am. As to the nature of the case. who within the last year or two has made a rising reputation in Paris?’ ‘‘Gentlemen. as these words were spoken.’ said the first. your clients are people of condition.’ ‘The reply to this was made by him who had spoken second. so as to place me between themselves and the carriage door. our confidence in your skill assures us that you will ascertain it for yourself better than 568 of 670 . ‘pardon me. ‘I am that Doctor Manette of whom you speak so graciously.’ ‘‘Doctor Manette. and being informed that you were probably walking in this direction.’ said I. in the hope of overtaking you. ‘and not being so fortunate as to find you there.’ said the other. Will you please to enter the carriage?’ ‘The manner of both was imperious.’ I returned. I was not.’ ‘‘We have been to your residence. ‘‘Gentlemen. ‘the young physician. and they both moved. we followed. formerly of Beauvais. ‘Doctor. originally an expert surgeon. They were armed. and what is the nature of the case to which I am summoned. but I usually inquire who does me the honour to seek my assistance.

A Tale of Two Cities we can describe it. by a damp soft footpath in a garden where a neglected fountain had overflowed. after putting up the steps. We all three alighted. I have no doubt that it is. At twothirds of a league from the Barrier—I did not estimate the distance at that time. ‘I repeat this conversation exactly as it occurred. and walked. Enough. in answer to the ringing of the bell. and emerged upon the country road. to the door of the house. constraining my mind not to wander from the task. passed the North Barrier. I leave off for the time. the same. and presently stopped at a solitary house. **** ‘The carriage left the streets behind. and put my paper in its hiding-place. and I entered it in silence. 569 of 670 . but afterwards when I traversed it—it struck out of the main avenue. It was not opened immediately. word for word. I describe everything exactly as it took place. and drove on at its former speed. Will you please to enter the carriage?’ ‘I could do nothing but comply. They both entered after me—the last springing in. Where I make the broken marks that follow here. The carriage turned about.

and which one of the brothers had opened to admit us. being angry likewise. 570 of 670 . I noticed that these bonds were all portions of a gentleman’s dress. assuredly not much past twenty. for I had seen common people struck more commonly than dogs. and young. struck the man in like manner with his arm. and her arms were bound to her sides with sashes and handkerchiefs. I saw the armorial bearings of a Noble. and I found a patient in a high fever of the brain. ‘The patient was a woman of great beauty. Her hair was torn and ragged. which was a fringed scarf for a dress of ceremony. and had relocked). I had heard cries proceeding from an upper chamber. ‘From the time of our alighting at the outer gate (which we found locked.A Tale of Two Cities and one of my two conductors struck the man who opened it. lying on a bed. across the face. with his heavy riding glove. that I then first perceived them to be twin brothers. and the letter E. the look and bearing of the brothers were then so exactly alike. But. the cries growing louder as we ascended the stairs. On one of them. ‘There was nothing in this action to attract my particular attention. the other of the two. I was conducted to this chamber straight.

and looked into her face. placed my hands upon her breast to calm her and keep her down. and no more.’ I asked. My first act was to put out my hand to relieve her breathing. ‘My husband. and in moving the scarf aside. and repeated the words. she would pause to listen. but the regular moment’s pause. in the utterance of these sounds. ‘My husband. I will call them the elder and the younger. ‘‘How long. Her eyes were dilated and wild. and she constantly uttered piercing shrieks. and said. ‘Hush!’ There was no variation in the order. ‘has this lasted?’ ‘To distinguish the brothers. my father. There was no cessation. within the first minute of my contemplation of the patient. and my brother!’ and would count up to twelve. and my brother!’ and then counted up to twelve. the embroidery in the corner caught my sight. by the elder. and say. ‘I turned her gently over. had drawn the end of the scarf into her mouth. or the manner. in her restless strivings she had turned over on her face on the edge of the bed. I mean him who exercised 571 of 670 . for. and was in danger of suffocation. ‘Hush!’ For an instant. my father. and then the piercing shrieks would begin again. and she would repeat the cry.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I saw this.

If I had wanted to use anything save 572 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities the most authority. It was the elder who replied. a father. who said haughtily. ‘With twelve o’clock?’ ‘‘See. still keeping my hands upon her breast. gentlemen.’ ‘‘She has some recent association with the number twelve?’ ‘The younger brother impatiently rejoined. ‘There is a case of medicines here. ‘how useless I am.’ ‘‘I do not address her brother?’ ‘He answered with great contempt.’ and brought it from a closet. and a brother?’ ‘‘A brother. ‘Since about this hour last night. and put the stoppers to my lips.’ said I. and put it on the table. time must be lost. There are no medicines to be obtained in this lonely place. smelt them. ‘No. I could have come provided. **** ‘I opened some of the bottles.’ ‘‘She has a husband. as you have brought me! If I had known what I was coming to see.’ ‘The elder brother looked to the younger. As it is.

my father. to see that they were not painful. The house was damp and decayed. recently occupied and temporarily used. who had retreated into a corner. ‘‘Do you doubt them?’ asked the younger brother. was. I would not have administered any of those. but. The only spark of encouragement in the case. Some thick old hangings had been nailed up before the windows. and ‘Hush!’ The frenzy was so violent. and said no more.A Tale of Two Cities narcotic medicines that were poisons in themselves. that my hand upon the sufferer’s breast had this much soothing influence. with great difficulty. and after many efforts. I had looked to them. monsieur. There was a timid and suppressed woman in attendance (wife of the man down-stairs). indifferently furnished—evidently. ‘I made the patient swallow.’ I replied. ‘‘You see. with the cry. and my brother!’ the counting up to twelve. and as it was necessary to watch its influence. I am going to use them. to deaden the sound of the shrieks. I then sat down by the side of the bed. that for 573 of 670 . They continued to be uttered in their regular succession. As I intended to repeat it after a while. that I had not unfastened the bandages restraining the arms. the dose that I desired to give. ‘My husband.

I try it with these details. before the elder said: ‘‘There is another patient. I had sat by the side of the bed for half an hour. with the two brothers looking on. and asked. My memory is circumstantial and unshaken. 574 of 670 . to get at the other.’ he carelessly answered. ‘Is it a pressing case?’ ‘‘You had better see. in this my cell in the Bastille. which was a species of loft over a stable. no pendulum could be more regular. and there were beams across.’ ‘I was startled. and I see them all. and took up a light. near the close of the tenth year of my captivity. and a heap of apples in sand. fagots for firing. It had no effect upon the cries. There was a low plastered ceiling to a part of it. ‘For the reason that my hand had this effect (I assume). I had to pass through that part. **** ‘The other patient lay in a back room across a second staircase. the rest was open. to the ridge of the tiled roof.A Tale of Two Cities minutes at a time it tranquillised the figure. Hay and straw were stored in that portion of the place. as I saw them all that night.

As I turned my eyes to the elder brother.’ said I. but no skill could have saved him if it had been looked to without delay. not at all as if he were a fellow-creature. ‘‘I am a doctor.’ ‘It was under his hand. and has fallen by my brother’s sword—like a gentleman. or rabbit. ‘Let me examine it. He was then dying fast. but. He lay on his back. as if he were a wounded bird. his right hand clenched on his breast. received from twenty to twenty. I could not see where his wound was. lay a handsome peasant boy—a boy of not more than seventeen at the most. I could see that he was dying of a wound from a sharp point.’ ‘‘I do not want it examined. and I soothed him to let me move his hand away. The wound was a sword-thrust.’ he answered. I saw him looking down at this handsome boy whose life was ebbing out. or hare. as I kneeled on one knee over him.’ 575 of 670 . monsieur?’ said I. with a cushion thrown under his head. and his glaring eyes looking straight upward. ‘‘How has this been done. ‘‘A crazed young common dog! A serf! Forced my brother to draw upon him. with his teeth set.four hours before. ‘let it be.A Tale of Two Cities ‘On some hay on the ground. my poor fellow.

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‘There was no touch of pity, sorrow, or kindred humanity, in this answer. The speaker seemed to acknowledge that it was inconvenient to have that different order of creature dying there, and that it would have been better if he had died in the usual obscure routine of his vermin kind. He was quite incapable of any compassionate feeling about the boy, or about his fate. ‘The boy’s eyes had slowly moved to him as he had spoken, and they now slowly moved to me. ‘‘Doctor, they are very proud, these Nobles; but we common dogs are proud too, sometimes. They plunder us, outrage us, beat us, kill us; but we have a little pride left, sometimes. She—have you seen her, Doctor?’ ‘The shrieks and the cries were audible there, though subdued by the distance. He referred to them, as if she were lying in our presence. ‘I said, ‘I have seen her.’ ‘‘She is my sister, Doctor. They have had their shameful rights, these Nobles, in the modesty and virtue of our sisters, many years, but we have had good girls among us. I know it, and have heard my father say so. She was a good girl. She was betrothed to a good young man, too: a tenant of his. We were all tenants of his—that man’s who

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stands there. The other is his brother, the worst of a bad race.’ ‘It was with the greatest difficulty that the boy gathered bodily force to speak; but, his spirit spoke with a dreadful emphasis. ‘‘We were so robbed by that man who stands there, as all we common dogs are by those superior Beings—taxed by him without mercy, obliged to work for him without pay, obliged to grind our corn at his mill, obliged to feed scores of his tame birds on our wretched crops, and forbidden for our lives to keep a single tame bird of our own, pillaged and plundered to that degree that when we chanced to have a bit of meat, we ate it in fear, with the door barred and the shutters closed, that his people should not see it and take it from us—I say, we were so robbed, and hunted, and were made so poor, that our father told us it was a dreadful thing to bring a child into the world, and that what we should most pray for, was, that our women might be barren and our miserable race die out!’ ‘I had never before seen the sense of being oppressed, bursting forth like a fire. I had supposed that it must be latent in the people somewhere; but, I had never seen it break out, until I saw it in the dying boy.

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‘‘Nevertheless, Doctor, my sister married. He was ailing at that time, poor fellow, and she married her lover, that she might tend and comfort him in our cottage—our doghut, as that man would call it. She had not been married many weeks, when that man’s brother saw her and admired her, and asked that man to lend her to him—for what are husbands among us! He was willing enough, but my sister was good and virtuous, and hated his brother with a hatred as strong as mine. What did the two then, to persuade her husband to use his influence with her, to make her willing?’ ‘The boy’s eyes, which had been fixed on mine, slowly turned to the looker-on, and I saw in the two faces that all he said was true. The two opposing kinds of pride confronting one another, I can see, even in this Bastille; the gentleman’s, all negligent indifference; the peasants, all trodden-down sentiment, and passionate revenge. ‘‘You know, Doctor, that it is among the Rights of these Nobles to harness us common dogs to carts, and drive us. They so harnessed him and drove him. You know that it is among their Rights to keep us in their grounds all night, quieting the frogs, in order that their noble sleep may not be disturbed. They kept him out in the unwholesome mists at night, and ordered him back 578 of 670

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into his harness in the day. But he was not persuaded. No! Taken out of harness one day at noon, to feed—if he could find food—he sobbed twelve times, once for every stroke of the bell, and died on her bosom.’ ‘Nothing human could have held life in the boy but his determination to tell all his wrong. He forced back the gathering shadows of death, as he forced his clenched right hand to remain clenched, and to cover his wound. ‘‘Then, with that man’s permission and even with his aid, his brother took her away; in spite of what I know she must have told his brother—and what that is, will not be long unknown to you, Doctor, if it is now—his brother took her away—for his pleasure and diversion, for a little while. I saw her pass me on the road. When I took the tidings home, our father’s heart burst; he never spoke one of the words that filled it. I took my young sister (for I have another) to a place beyond the reach of this man, and where, at least, she will never be HIS vassal. Then, I tracked the brother here, and last night climbed in—a common dog, but sword in hand.—Where is the loft window? It was somewhere here?’ ‘The room was darkening to his sight; the world was narrowing around him. I glanced about me, and saw that

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the hay and straw were trampled over the floor, as if there had been a struggle. ‘‘She heard me, and ran in. I told her not to come near us till he was dead. He came in and first tossed me some pieces of money; then struck at me with a whip. But I, though a common dog, so struck at him as to make him draw. Let him break into as many pieces as he will, the sword that he stained with my common blood; he drew to defend himself—thrust at me with all his skill for his life.’ ‘My glance had fallen, but a few moments before, on the fragments of a broken sword, lying among the hay. That weapon was a gentleman’s. In another place, lay an old sword that seemed to have been a soldier’s. ‘‘Now, lift me up, Doctor; lift me up. Where is he?’ ‘‘He is not here,’ I said, supporting the boy, and thinking that he referred to the brother. ‘‘He! Proud as these nobles are, he is afraid to see me. Where is the man who was here? turn my face to him.’ ‘I did so, raising the boy’s head against my knee. But, invested for the moment with extraordinary power, he raised himself completely: obliging me to rise too, or I could not have still supported him. ‘‘Marquis,’ said the boy, turned to him with his eyes opened wide, and his right hand raised, ‘in the days when 580 of 670

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all these things are to be answered for, I summon you and yours, to the last of your bad race, to answer for them. I mark this cross of blood upon you, as a sign that I do it. In the days when all these things are to be answered for, I summon your brother, the worst of the bad race, to answer for them separately. I mark this cross of blood upon him, as a sign that I do it.’ ‘Twice, he put his hand to the wound in his breast, and with his forefinger drew a cross in the air. He stood for an instant with the finger yet raised, and as it dropped, he dropped with it, and I laid him down dead. **** ‘When I returned to the bedside of the young woman, I found her raving in precisely the same order of continuity. I knew that this might last for many hours, and that it would probably end in the silence of the grave. ‘I repeated the medicines I had given her, and I sat at the side of the bed until the night was far advanced. She never abated the piercing quality of her shrieks, never stumbled in the distinctness or the order of her words. They were always ‘My husband, my father, and my

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brother! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve. Hush!’ ‘This lasted twenty-six hours from the time when I first saw her. I had come and gone twice, and was again sitting by her, when she began to falter. I did what little could be done to assist that opportunity, and by-and-bye she sank into a lethargy, and lay like the dead. ‘It was as if the wind and rain had lulled at last, after a long and fearful storm. I released her arms, and called the woman to assist me to compose her figure and the dress she had to. It was then that I knew her condition to be that of one in whom the first expectations of being a mother have arisen; and it was then that I lost the little hope I had had of her. ‘‘Is she dead?’ asked the Marquis, whom I will still describe as the elder brother, coming booted into the room from his horse. ‘‘Not dead,’ said I; ‘but like to die.’ ‘‘What strength there is in these common bodies!’ he said, looking down at her with some curiosity. ‘‘There is prodigious strength,’ I answered him, ‘in sorrow and despair.’

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‘He first laughed at my words, and then frowned at them. He moved a chair with his foot near to mine, ordered the woman away, and said in a subdued voice, ‘‘Doctor, finding my brother in this difficulty with these hinds, I recommended that your aid should be invited. Your reputation is high, and, as a young man with your fortune to make, you are probably mindful of your interest. The things that you see here, are things to be seen, and not spoken of.’ ‘I listened to the patient’s breathing, and avoided answering. ‘‘Do you honour me with your attention, Doctor?’ ‘‘Monsieur,’ said I, ‘in my profession, the communications of patients are always received in confidence.’ I was guarded in my answer, for I was troubled in my mind with what I had heard and seen. ‘Her breathing was so difficult to trace, that I carefully tried the pulse and the heart. There was life, and no more. Looking round as I resumed my seat, I found both the brothers intent upon me. ****

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‘I write with so much difficulty, the cold is so severe, I am so fearful of being detected and consigned to an underground cell and total darkness, that I must abridge this narrative. There is no confusion or failure in my memory; it can recall, and could detail, every word that was ever spoken between me and those brothers. ‘She lingered for a week. Towards the last, I could understand some few syllables that she said to me, by placing my ear close to her lips. She asked me where she was, and I told her; who I was, and I told her. It was in vain that I asked her for her family name. She faintly shook her head upon the pillow, and kept her secret, as the boy had done. ‘I had no opportunity of asking her any question, until I had told the brothers she was sinking fast, and could not live another day. Until then, though no one was ever presented to her consciousness save the woman and myself, one or other of them had always jealously sat behind the curtain at the head of the bed when I was there. But when it came to that, they seemed careless what communication I might hold with her; as if—the thought passed through my mind—I were dying too. ‘I always observed that their pride bitterly resented the younger brother’s (as I call him) having crossed swords 584 of 670

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with a peasant, and that peasant a boy. The only consideration that appeared to affect the mind of either of them was the consideration that this was highly degrading to the family, and was ridiculous. As often as I caught the younger brother’s eyes, their expression reminded me that he disliked me deeply, for knowing what I knew from the boy. He was smoother and more polite to me than the elder; but I saw this. I also saw that I was an incumbrance in the mind of the elder, too. ‘My patient died, two hours before midnight—at a time, by my watch, answering almost to the minute when I had first seen her. I was alone with her, when her forlorn young head drooped gently on one side, and all her earthly wrongs and sorrows ended. ‘The brothers were waiting in a room down-stairs, impatient to ride away. I had heard them, alone at the bedside, striking their boots with their riding-whips, and loitering up and down. ‘‘At last she is dead?’ said the elder, when I went in. ‘‘She is dead,’ said I. ‘‘I congratulate you, my brother,’were his words as he turned round. ‘He had before offered me money, which I had postponed taking. He now gave me a rouleau of gold. I 585 of 670

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took it from his hand, but laid it on the table. I had considered the question, and had resolved to accept nothing. ‘‘Pray excuse me,’ said I. ‘Under the circumstances, no.’ ‘They exchanged looks, but bent their heads to me as I bent mine to them, and we parted without another word on either side. **** ‘I am weary, weary, weary-worn down by misery. I cannot read what I have written with this gaunt hand. ‘Early in the morning, the rouleau of gold was left at my door in a little box, with my name on the outside. From the first, I had anxiously considered what I ought to do. I decided, that day, to write privately to the Minister, stating the nature of the two cases to which I had been summoned, and the place to which I had gone: in effect, stating all the circumstances. I knew what Court influence was, and what the immunities of the Nobles were, and I expected that the matter would never be heard of; but, I wished to relieve my own mind. I had kept the matter a profound secret, even from my wife; and this, too, I

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resolved to state in my letter. I had no apprehension whatever of my real danger; but I was conscious that there might be danger for others, if others were compromised by possessing the knowledge that I possessed. ‘I was much engaged that day, and could not complete my letter that night. I rose long before my usual time next morning to finish it. It was the last day of the year. The letter was lying before me just completed, when I was told that a lady waited, who wished to see me. **** ‘I am growing more and more unequal to the task I have set myself. It is so cold, so dark, my senses are so benumbed, and the gloom upon me is so dreadful. ‘The lady was young, engaging, and handsome, but not marked for long life. She was in great agitation. She presented herself to me as the wife of the Marquis St. Evremonde. I connected the title by which the boy had addressed the elder brother, with the initial letter embroidered on the scarf, and had no difficulty in arriving at the conclusion that I had seen that nobleman very lately.

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‘My memory is still accurate, but I cannot write the words of our conversation. I suspect that I am watched more closely than I was, and I know not at what times I may be watched. She had in part suspected, and in part discovered, the main facts of the cruel story, of her husband’s share in it, and my being resorted to. She did not know that the girl was dead. Her hope had been, she said in great distress, to show her, in secret, a woman’s sympathy. Her hope had been to avert the wrath of Heaven from a House that had long been hateful to the suffering many. ‘She had reasons for believing that there was a young sister living, and her greatest desire was, to help that sister. I could tell her nothing but that there was such a sister; beyond that, I knew nothing. Her inducement to come to me, relying on my confidence, had been the hope that I could tell her the name and place of abode. Whereas, to this wretched hour I am ignorant of both. **** ‘These scraps of paper fail me. One was taken from me, with a warning, yesterday. I must finish my record to-day.

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on this injured family.’ she said. Doctor. caressing him. with the compassion and lamenting of his dead mother. How could she be! The brother distrusted and disliked her. pointing to him in tears. little Charles?’ The child answered her bravely. it will one day be required of him. I never saw her more. When I handed her down to the door. Thou wilt be faithful. and said. if the sister can be discovered. compassionate lady. there was a child. and went away caressing him.A Tale of Two Cities ‘She was a good. ‘As she had mentioned her husband’s name in the faith that I knew it. ‘‘For his sake. ‘I would do all I can to make what poor amends I can. ‘It is for thine own dear sake. and his influence was all opposed to her. ‘Yes!’ I kissed her hand. He will never prosper in his inheritance otherwise. she stood in dread of him.’ ‘She kissed the boy. and not happy in her marriage. What I have left to call my own—it is little beyond the worth of a few jewels—I will make it the first charge of his life to bestow. I 589 of 670 . and in dread of her husband too. in her carriage. I added no mention of it to my letter. a pretty boy from two to three years old. I have a presentiment that if no other innocent atonement is made for this. and she took him in her arms.

I was brought to my living grave. in all these frightful years. and extinguished the ashes with his foot. When my servant came into the room where I sat with my wife—O my wife. not trusting it out of my own hands. When I was clear of the house. he had a coach in waiting. showed it me. a youth. It would not detain me. to grant me any tidings of my dearest wife—so much as to let me 590 of 670 . ‘It brought me here.A Tale of Two Cities sealed my letter. ‘If it had pleased GOD to put it in the hard heart of either of the brothers. ‘An urgent case in the Rue St. Not a word was spoken. and identified me with a single gesture. he said. and. the last night of the year. demanded to see me. The Marquis took from his pocket the letter I had written. and softly followed my servant. Ernest Defarge. beloved of my heart! My fair young English wife!—we saw the man. a man in a black dress rang at my gate. it brought me to my grave. towards nine o’clock. a black muffler was drawn tightly over my mouth from behind. who was supposed to be at the gate. Honore. and my arms were pinioned. delivered it myself that day. The two brothers crossed the road from a dark corner. burnt it in the light of a lantern that was held. ‘That night. I was brought here. standing silent behind him. up-stairs.

in my unbearable agony. biding their time. to the last of their race. Little need. Alexandre Manette. But. to show how the Defarges had not made the paper public.’ A terrible sound arose when the reading of this document was done. The narrative called up the most revengeful passions of the time. denounce to the times when all these things shall be answered for. and had kept it. and there was not a head in the nation but must have dropped before it.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. know by a word whether alive or dead—I might have thought that He had not quite abandoned them. 591 of 670 . I denounce them to Heaven and to earth. do this last night of the year 1767. and was wrought into the fatal register. now I believe that the mark of the red cross is fatal to them. Download the free trial version. I. with the other captured Bastille memorials borne in procession. Little need to show that this detested family name had long been anathematised by Saint Antoine. unhappy prisoner. and that they have no part in His mercies. The man never trod ground whose virtues and services would have sustained him in that place that day. and edit PDF. A sound of craving and eagerness that had nothing articulate in it but blood. And them and their descendants. against such denunciation. view. in presence of that tribunal and that auditory.

One of the frenzied aspirations of the populace was. and would doubtless feel a sacred glow and joy in making his daughter a widow and her child an orphan. not a touch of human sympathy.A Tale of Two Cities And all the worse for the doomed man. save him!’ At every juryman’s vote. Another and another. Roar and roar. At heart and by descent an Aristocrat. that the denouncer was a well-known citizen. has that Doctor?’ murmured Madame Defarge. my Doctor. ‘Save him now. the father of his wife. and for sacrifices and self-immolations on the people’s altar. patriotic fervour. for imitations of the questionable public virtues of antiquity. an enemy of the Republic. that the good physician of the Republic would deserve better still of the Republic by rooting out an obnoxious family of Aristocrats. smiling to The Vengeance. and Death within four-and-twenty hours! 592 of 670 . his own attached friend. Back to the Conciergerie. ‘Much influence around him. Unanimously voted. there was a roar. there was wild excitement. Therefore when the President said (else had his own head quivered on his shoulders). a notorious oppressor of the People.

that it quickly raised her. if you would have so much compassion for us!’ There was but a gaoler left. along with two of the four men who had taken him last night. ‘If I might touch him! If I might embrace him once! O. with nothing in her face but love and consolation. and Barsad. fell under the sentence. she uttered no sound.A Tale of Two Cities XI Dusk The wretched wife of the innocent man thus doomed to die. The Judges having to take part in a public demonstration out of doors. even from that shock. good citizens. ‘Let her embrace him then. it 593 of 670 . Barsad proposed to the rest. as if she had been mortally stricken. The people had all poured out to the show in the streets. the Tribunal adjourned. when Lucie stood stretching out her arms towards her husband. The quick noise and movement of the court’s emptying itself by many passages had not ceased. But. and so strong was the voice within her. representing that it was she of all the world who must uphold him in his misery and not augment it.

I say farewell to her by you. and they passed her over the seats in the hall to a raised place. I feel that this will break my heart by-and-bye. I kiss her by you. ‘We shall not be separated long.’ It was silently acquiesced in. My parting blessing on my love. crying: ‘No. as he held her to his bosom. No! A moment!’ He was tearing himself apart from her. where the weary are at rest!’ They were her husband’s words. but that Darnay put out a hand and seized him.’ Her father had followed her. We know. dear darling of my soul. but I will do my duty while I can.’ ‘My husband. by leaning over the dock. now what you 594 of 670 . what have you done. that you should kneel to us! We know now. dear Charles.A Tale of Two Cities is but a moment.’ ‘I send it to her by you. ‘Farewell. We shall meet again. God will raise up friends for her. A parting blessing for our child. and would have fallen on his knees to both of them. could fold her in his arms. and when I leave her. as He did for me. no! What have you done. I am supported from above: don’t suffer for me. ‘I can bear it. what a struggle you made of old. where he.

Heaven be with you!’ Her father’s only answer was to draw his hands through his white hair. for her dear sake. Sydney Carton came and took her up. and fell at his feet. laid her head lovingly on her father’s breast. it was the always-vain endeavour to discharge my poor mother’s trust that first brought my fatal presence near you. As he went out at the prisoners’ door. and wring them with a shriek of anguish. in which there was even a comforting smile. We know now. Then. tried to speak to him.A Tale of Two Cities underwent when you suspected my descent. and all our love and duty. his wife released him. and conquered. the natural antipathy you strove against.’ said the prisoner. Only her father and Mr. and when you knew it. and with a radiant look upon her face. Heaven bless you!’ As he was drawn away. and forgive me. a happier end was not in nature to so unhappy a beginning. she turned. Good could never come of such evil. issuing from the obscure corner from which he had never moved. Lorry were with her. ‘All things have worked together as they have fallen out. Be comforted. His arm 595 of 670 . We thank you with all our hearts. ‘It could not be otherwise. and stood looking after him with her hands touching one another in the attitude of prayer.

something to save papa! O. of all the people who love her. ‘Now that you have come. ‘she is better so. dear Carton! Can you. and carried her up the staircase to their rooms. Her father and their old friend got into it. When they arrived at the gateway where he had paused in the dark not many hours before. he lifted her again. and he took his seat beside the driver.A Tale of Two Cities trembled as it raised her. there was an air about him that was not all of pity—that had a flush of pride in it. Carton. Yet. to picture to himself on which of the rough stones of the street her feet had trodden. while she only faints.’ ‘Oh. look at her. and laid her tenderly down in a coach. springing up and throwing her arms passionately round him. Carton. in a burst of grief. to the latter. ‘Don’t recall her to herself. dear Carton!’ cried little Lucie. he laid her down on a couch. There. ‘Shall I take her to a coach? I shall never feel her weight.’ He carried her lightly to the door. I think you will do something to help mamma. and supported her head. bear to see her so?’ 596 of 670 . where her child and Miss Pross wept over her.’ he said. Don’t revive her to consciousness. softly.

and told her grandchildren when she was a handsome old lady. and said to the latter: ‘You had great influence but yesterday.A Tale of Two Cities He bent over the child. ‘Before I go. who were following. I had the strongest assurances that I should save him. who was nearest to him. ‘Try them again. and I did.’ 597 of 670 . but try. I will not rest a moment. and looked at her unconscious mother. are very friendly to you.’ he said. and laid her blooming cheek against his face. The hours between this and tomorrow afternoon are few and short.’ He returned the answer in great trouble. He put her gently from him. and all the men in power. The child. are they not?’ ‘Nothing connected with Charles was concealed from me. that she heard him say.’ ‘I intend to try. These judges.’ When he had gone out into the next room. Doctor Manette. ‘A life you love. told them afterwards. and very recognisant of your services. he murmured some words. and paused—‘I may kiss her?’ It was remembered afterwards that when he bent down and touched her face with his lips. let it at least be tried. he turned suddenly on Mr. and very slowly. Lorry and her father.

and no one will be accessible until dark. and not much the forlorner for being delayed till dark. I should like to know how you speed. Well! It is a forlorn hope at the best. Let us stretch the hour or two. Lorry’s at nine. and—But stay! There is a Celebration in the streets.’ ‘That’s true. But try! Of little worth as life is when we misuse it.’ said Doctor Manette. I have known such energy as yours do great things before now—though never. either from our friend or from yourself?’ ‘Yes. shall I hear what you have done.A Tale of Two Cities ‘That’s well. with a smile and a sigh together. Within an hour or two from this. though.’ ‘May you prosper!’ 598 of 670 . I will write too. mind! I expect nothing! When are you likely to have seen these dread powers. It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not.’ ‘I will go. If I go to Mr. ‘such great things as this. I should hope.’ he added.’ ‘It will be dark soon after four. it is worth that effort. Doctor Manette?’ ‘Immediately after dark. ‘to the Prosecutor and the President straight. and I will go to others whom it is better not to name.

Otherwise.’ said Carton. because I felt that it might one day be consolatory to her.A Tale of Two Cities Mr. ‘I have no hope. Lorry. ‘don’t grieve.’ ‘And so do I. for what is his life. yes.’ ‘Yes. But he will perish. ‘Don’t despond.’ ‘If any one of these men. were disposed to spare him—which is a large supposition. 599 of 670 . And walked with a settled step. or all of these men.’ returned Mr.’ Mr. and. ‘you are right. in a low and sorrowful whisper. I heard the fall of the axe in that sound. there is no real hope. or any man’s to them!—I doubt if they durst spare him after the demonstration in the court.’ echoed Carton. Lorry. ‘Nor have I. down-stairs.’ said Mr.’ and that might trouble her. I encouraged Doctor Manette in this idea. and bowed his face upon it. He will perish: there is no real hope. yes. she might think ‘his life was want only thrown away or wasted. touching him on the shoulder as he was going away. very gently.’ ‘Yes. caused him to turn. Lorry followed Sydney to the outer door. Lorry leaned his arm upon the door-post. drying his eyes.

Defarge had described himself. in the mean time. it is a sound precaution. with a musing face. Carton came out of those closer streets again. to find his house without asking any question. care. finally resolved. His first impression was confirmed.A Tale of Two Cities XII Darkness Sydney Carton paused in the street. to show myself? I think so. not quite decided where to go. and dined at a place of refreshment and fell sound asleep 600 of 670 . It is best that these people should know there is such a man as I here. he took a turn or two in the already darkening street. ‘Shall I do well. Having ascertained its situation. care! Let me think it out!’ Checking his steps which had begun to tend towards an object. and may be a necessary preparation.’ he said. that day. and traced the thought in his mind to its possible consequences.’ And he turned his face towards Saint Antoine. ‘It is best. But care. ‘At Tellson’s banking-house at nine. as the keeper of a wine-shop in the Saint Antoine suburb. ‘that these people should know there is such a man as I here. It was not difficult for one who knew the city well.’ he said.

stood drinking at the little counter. 601 of 670 . Madame Defarge cast a careless glance at him. he stopped at a shopwindow where there was a mirror. and then advanced to him herself. like a regular member of the establishment. of the restless fingers and the croaking voice. and slightly altered the disordered arrangement of his loose cravat. whom he had seen upon the Jury. There happened to be no customer in the shop but Jacques Three. and asked him what it was he had ordered. in conversation with the Defarges. Since last night he had taken nothing but a little light thin wine. and last night he had dropped the brandy slowly down on Mr. and his coatcollar.A Tale of Two Cities after dinner. he went on direct to Defarge’s. As Carton walked in. took his seat and asked (in very indifferent French) for a small measure of wine. This done. This man. and then a keener. and went out into the streets again. and his wild hair. The Vengeance assisted in the conversation. He repeated what he had already said. and then a keener. As he passed along towards Saint Antoine. and went in. Lorry’s hearth like a man who had done with it. For the first time in many years. he had no strong drink. It was as late as seven o’clock when he awoke refreshed. man and wife.

A Tale of Two Cities ‘English?’ asked Madame Defarge. he answered. and said. ‘Yes.’ The amiable Vengeance added. After looking at her. madame.’ Madame sternly retorted. see you. as he took up a Jacobin journal and feigned to pore over it puzzling out its meaning. ‘He is so much in your mind.’ filling his glass. yes. I drink to the Republic. ‘How?’ ‘Good evening.’ Jacques Three pacifically remarked. inquisitively raising her dark eyebrows. and gave him Good Evening.’ Defarge went back to the counter. ‘Certainly. ‘Ah! and good wine. like Evremonde!’ Defarge brought him the wine. in his former strong foreign accent. my faith! And you are looking forward with so much pleasure to seeing him once more to-morrow!’ 602 of 670 . a little like. and. I am English!’ Madame Defarge returned to her counter to get the wine. ‘I swear to you. ‘Yes. he heard her say. with a laugh.’ ‘Oh! Good evening. ‘I tell you a good deal like. citizen. as if the sound of even a single French word were slow to express itself to him. madame.

speaking low. the question is still where?’ ‘At extermination. view. rather troubled.’ ‘I have observed his face!’ repeated madame. well.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. ‘Yes. They were all leaning their arms on the counter close together.’ reasoned Defarge. ‘It is true what madame says. Let him take care of his face!’ 603 of 670 . also. contemptuously and angrily. during which they all looked towards him without disturbing his outward attention from the Jacobin editor. Download the free trial version. After all. Why stop?’ ‘Well.’ observed Jacques Three. and with a studious and absorbed face. I have observed his face. ‘in general.’ said Defarge. But this Doctor has suffered much. Carton followed the lines and words of his paper. The Vengeance. they resumed their conversation. you have seen him to-day. with a slow forefinger. ‘Extermination is good doctrine.’ said madame. highly approved. ‘Why stop? There is great force in that. I have observed his face to be not the face of a true friend of the Republic. ‘Magnificent!’ croaked Jacques Three. you have observed his face when the paper was read. ‘but one must stop somewhere. my wife. After a silence of a few moments. and edit PDF. I say nothing against it.

it does not—thou wouldst rescue this man even now. addressing her husband. see you both! Listen! For other crimes as tyrants and oppressors. ‘The citizeness is superb!’ croaked the Juryman. I have observed her to-day. and I have observed her in the street by the prison.’ pursued madame. ‘yes.’ said Madame Defarge.’ ‘No!’ protested Defarge. ‘As to thee. in a deprecatory manner. doomed to 604 of 670 . I say. ‘and see you. I have observed her in the court. as if the axe had dropped. and to let it fall with a rattle on the ledge before her. my little Vengeance. ‘the anguish of his daughter. more times than one. Jacques. happily.’ ‘See you then.’ repeated madame. ‘if it depended on thee—which. stop there. ‘Not if to lift this glass would do it! But I would leave the matter there. implacably. and embraced her. I have observed his daughter. and I have observed her other days.A Tale of Two Cities ‘And you have observed. I have this race a long time on my register.’ said Defarge. wrathfully. ‘She is an Angel!’ said The Vengeance. my wife. Let me but lift my finger—!’ She seemed to raise it (the listener’s eyes were always on his paper). which must be a dreadful anguish to him!’ ‘I have observed his daughter. too.

‘In the beginning of the great days. that I have now a secret to communicate. here on this spot.A Tale of Two Cities destruction and extermination. I smite this bosom with these two hands as I smite it now. by the light of this lamp. is that so. ‘That night.’ assented Defarge. ‘Defarge. when the Bastille falls. that sister of the mortally wounded boy upon the ground was my sister. as that Bastille paper describes. Defarge.’ ‘It is so. I tell him. that father was my father. and that peasant family so injured by the two Evremonde brothers. without being asked. we read it. is that so. that brother was my brother. and he brings it home. and in the middle of the night when this place is clear and shut.’ assented Defarge again. is that so. when the paper is read through. that husband was my sister’s husband. and the day is gleaming in above those shutters and between those iron bars. he finds this paper of to-day. that unborn child was their child.’ assented Defarge. and I tell him.’ ‘It is so. those 605 of 670 . Ask my husband.’ ‘It is so. Ask him. is my family. Ask him. I was brought up among the fishermen of the sea-shore. and the lamp is burnt out. ‘I communicate to him that secret.

’ Both her hearers derived a horrible enjoyment from the deadly nature of her wrath—the listener could feel how white she was. and the group was broken up. to be directed towards the National Palace. not me!’ Customers entered.’ assented Defarge once more. interposed a few words for the memory of the compassionate wife of the Marquis. At the appointed hour. without seeing her—and both highly commended it. is that so. in pointing out the road. and asked. and was soon swallowed up in the shadow of the prison wall. perplexedly counted his change. The English customer paid for what he had had. But.’ returned madame. and that summons to answer for those things descends to me!’ Ask him. and strike under it sharp and deep.A Tale of Two Cities dead are my dead. Defarge. ‘but don’t tell me. but only elicited from his own wife a repetition of her last reply. he went his way. and put her arm on his.’ ‘It is so. that it might be a good deed to seize that arm. ‘Tell the Wind and the Fire where to stop. The English customer was not without his reflections then. lift it. he emerged from it to present himself in Mr. a weak minority. Madame Defarge took him to the door. ‘Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop. as a stranger. Lorry’s room 606 of 670 .

where he found the old gentleman walking to and fro in restless anxiety. was never 607 of 670 . to come and keep his appointment. or whether he had been all that time traversing the streets. and come to the banking-house again at midnight. Lorry returned. Whether he had really been to any one. He had been more than five hours gone: where could he be? Mr.A Tale of Two Cities again. He said he had been with Lucie until just now. Carton would wait alone by the fire for the Doctor. He waited and waited. Doctor Manette not returning. and he being unwilling to leave Lucie any longer. but they were very slight. since he quitted the banking-house towards four o’clock. but Doctor Manette did not come back. and found no tidings of him. and the clock struck twelve. and were almost building up some weak structure of hope on his prolonged absence. Where could he be? They were discussing this question. Her father had not been seen. but. Lorry waited until ten. and had only left her for a few minutes. it was arranged that he should go back to her. when they heard him on the stairs. Mr. and brought none. In the meanwhile. The instant he entered the room. She had some faint hopes that his mediation might save Charles. it was plain that all was lost.

in a whimpering miserable way. ‘but give me my work! What is to become of us. and soothed him to sit down before the fire.’ he implored them. that—as if by agreement—they each put a hand upon his shoulder. as he spoke with a helpless look straying all around. ‘and I must have it. like a distracted child. ‘Come.’ They looked at one another. with a dreadful cry. What have they done with my work? Time presses: I must finish those shoes. and their hearts died within them. ‘Don’t torture a poor forlorn wretch. if those shoes are not done to-night?’ Lost. utterly lost! It was so clearly beyond hope to reason with him. come!’ said he.’ Receiving no answer. Where is it?’ His head and throat were bare. he took his coat off. and. with a promise that he should have 608 of 670 .’ said he. Give me my work. ‘Where is my bench? I have been looking everywhere for my bench. he tore his hair. and let it drop on the floor. As he stood staring at them. and I can’t find it. for his face told them everything. ‘let me get to work. or try to restore him. and beat his feet upon the ground. ‘I cannot find it.A Tale of Two Cities known. they asked him no question.

for a moment. and moaning. appealed to them both too strongly. Mr. will you. As he did so. Carton stooped to pick up the coat.A Tale of Two Cities his work presently. Lorry saw him shrink into the exact figure that Defarge had had in keeping.’ The figure in the chair between them. which lay almost entangling his feet. He sank into the chair. I have a reason— a good one. Affected. They spoke in such a tone as they would have used if they had been watching by a sick-bed in the night. and shed tears. they looked at one another with one meaning in their faces. as if by agreement. steadily attend to me? Don’t ask me why I make the stipulations I am going to make. and brooded over the embers. and exact the promise I am going to exact. ‘Say on. bereft of her final hope and reliance. was all the time monotonously rocking itself to and fro. As if all that had happened since the garret time were a momentary fancy. Lorry.’ answered Mr. Carton was the first to speak: ‘The last chance is gone: it was not much. he had better be taken to her. a small case in which the Doctor was accustomed to carry the lists of his day’s 609 of 670 . Yes. But. by this spectacle of ruin. His lonely daughter. or a dream.’ ‘I do not doubt it. before you go. Again. and impressed with terror as they both were. it was not a time to yield to such emotions.

and I had better not take it into the prison. You see— Sydney Carton. at any time. Mr. It is a similar certificate. gazing in his earnest face. ‘A moment! Let me speak of it in its place. I prefer not to do so. eagerly. ‘Keep it for me until to-morrow. fell lightly on the floor. I shall see him tomorrow. an Englishman?’ Mr. enabling him and his daughter and her child. take this paper that Doctor Manette has carried about him. Lorry held it open in his hand. Now. ‘Thank GOD!’ ‘What is it?’ asked Mr. and took another paper from it. Carton took it up. and there was a folded paper in it. Lorry. First. ‘We should look at this!’ he said. to pass the barrier and the frontier! You see?’ ‘Yes!’ ‘Perhaps he obtained it as his last and utmost precaution against evil.’ he put his hand in his coat. He opened it. Lorry nodded his consent.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘I don’t know. ‘that is the certificate which enables me to pass out of this city. Look at it. and exclaimed. When is it dated? But no matter. you remember.A Tale of Two Cities duties. 610 of 670 . yesterday.

He confirms me. Don’t look so horrified. which have presented their danger to me in strong colours.A Tale of Two Cities don’t stay to look. He knows that a wood-sawyer. until recalled. I have seen the spy. and has been rehearsed by Madame Defarge as to his having seen Her’—he never mentioned Lucie’s name—‘making signs and signals to prisoners. tonight. This new denunciation 611 of 670 . I have overheard words of that woman’s. I have lost no time. a prison plot. or could have such a paper. and since then. and it could depend on no better man. But it may be soon recalled. It will depend on you. that he had.’ ‘They are not in danger?’ ‘They are in great danger. is under the control of the Defarges. They are in danger of denunciation by Madame Defarge. observe! I never doubted until within this hour or two. It is easy to foresee that the pretence will be the common one. and that it will involve her life—and perhaps her child’s—and perhaps her father’s—for both have been seen with her at that place. Now.’ ‘Heaven grant I may. I know it from her own lips. and. I have reason to think. will be. It is good. put it up carefully with mine and your own. Carton! But how?’ ‘I am going to tell you how. living by the prison wall. You will save them all.

You follow me?’ ‘So attentively. and with so much confidence in what you say. to-night. that Mr.’ ‘It shall be done!’ His manner was so fervent and inspiring. what you know of her danger as involving her child and her father. to mourn for. a victim of the Guillotine. Dwell 612 of 670 . so that they may be in starting trim at two o’clock in the afternoon. or sympathise with. and can buy the means of travelling to the seacoast as quickly as the journey can be made. ‘You are a noble heart. more probably a week afterwards. even of this distress. Lorry caught the flame.’ ‘You have money. Your preparations have been completed for some days. to return to England. You know it is a capital crime. She and her father would unquestionably be guilty of this crime. and this woman (the inveteracy of whose pursuit cannot be described) would wait to add that strength to her case. Did I say we could depend upon no better man? Tell her. Early to-morrow have your horses ready. and make herself doubly sure. probably not until two or three days afterwards.A Tale of Two Cities will certainly not take place until after to-morrow. that for the moment I lose sight. and was as quick as youth.’ touching the back of the Doctor’s chair.

for she would lay her own fair head beside her husband’s cheerfully. ‘For the sake of her child and her father.A Tale of Two Cities upon that.’ He faltered for an instant. with them and you. will submit himself to her. Tell her that more depends upon it than she dare believe. even to the taking of your own seat in the carriage. at that hour. Wait for nothing but to have my place occupied.’ ‘I thought so. Quietly and steadily have all these arrangements made in the courtyard here. do you not?’ ‘I am sure of it. then. take me in. ‘it does not all depend on one old man. You think that her father.’ said Mr. or hope. you know. and then for England!’ ‘Why. The moment I come to you. press upon her the necessity of leaving Paris. grasping his eager but so firm and steady hand. and will reserve my place. even in this sad state. and drive away.’ 613 of 670 . then went on as before.’ ‘By the help of Heaven you shall! Promise me solemnly that nothing will influence you to alter the course on which we now stand pledged to one another. Tell her that it was her husband’s last arrangement.’ ‘I understand that I wait for you under all circumstances?’ ‘You have my certificate in your hand with the rest. but I shall have a young and ardent man at my side. Lorry.

he breathed a blessing towards it. good bye!’ Though he said it with a grave smile of earnestness. Carton. He helped him so far to arouse the rocking figure before the dying embers. Before he went away.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Nothing. He entered the courtyard and remained there for a few moments alone. looking up at the light in the window of her room. and to tempt it forth to find where the bench and work were hidden that it still moaningly besought to have.’ ‘And I hope to do mine. He walked on the other side of it and protected it to the courtyard of the house where the afflicted heart—so happy in the memorable time when he had revealed his own desolate heart to it—outwatched the awful night. and a Farewell. Now. and many lives must inevitably be sacrificed.’ ‘Remember these words to-morrow: change the course.’ ‘I will remember them. as to get a cloak and hat put upon it. 614 of 670 . he did not part from him then. or delay in it— for any reason—and no life can possibly be saved. I hope to do my part faithfully. and though he even put the old man’s hand to his lips.

eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. Download the free trial version. had sustained himself with no flattering delusion since he came to it from the Tribunal. view. Before their cells were quit of them. smote equally without distinction. Two score and twelve were told off. From the farmergeneral of seventy. before their blood ran into the blood spilled yesterday. born of unspeakable suffering. alone in a cell. and heartless indifference. will seize on victims of all degrees. Physical diseases. They were in number as the weeks of the year. whose poverty and obscurity could not save her. the doomed of the day awaited their fate. engendered in the vices and neglects of men. he had heard his condemnation. to the seamstress of twenty. He had fully comprehended 615 of 670 . intolerable oppression. the blood that was to mingle with theirs tomorrow was already set apart. whose riches could not buy his life. and the frightful moral disorder. new occupants were appointed. Charles Darnay. In every line of the narrative he had heard. XIII Fifty-two In the black prison of the Conciergerie. Fifty-two were to roll that afternoon on the life-tide of the city to the boundless everlasting sea. and edit PDF.

A Tale of Two Cities that no personal influence could possibly save him. Before long. by degrees he calmed into the better state. that contended against resignation. and draw comfort down. too. But. Next followed the thought that much of the future peace of mind enjoyable by the dear ones. Nevertheless. sprang up to stimulate him. seemed to protest and to make it a selfish thing. when he could raise his thoughts much higher. that he was virtually sentenced by the millions. and it was very. it clenched the tighter there. all this was at first. and that numbers went the same road wrongfully. If. it was not easy. for a moment. and that units could avail him nothing. this was closed again. So. a turbulent and heated working of his heart. and when he brought his strength to bear on that hand and it yielded. then his wife and child who had to live after him. the consideration that there was no disgrace in the fate he must meet. by gradual efforts and degrees unclosed a little here. His hold on life was strong. very hard. to compose his mind to what it must bear. to loosen. There was a hurry. with the face of his beloved wife fresh before him. in all his thoughts. depended on his quiet fortitude. he did feel resigned. and trod it firmly every day. 616 of 670 .

A Tale of Two Cities Before it had set in dark on the night of his condemnation. Being allowed to purchase the means of writing. and a light. by the story of the Tower. when he had found no mention of it among the relics of prisoners which the populace had discovered there. on that old Sunday under the dear old plane-tree in the garden. and that he had been as ignorant as she of his father’s and uncle’s responsibility for that misery. He entreated her. was the one condition—fully intelligible now—that her father had attached to their betrothal. showing her that he had known nothing of her father’s imprisonment. until he had heard of it from herself. he sat down to write until such time as the prison lamps should be extinguished. there could be no doubt that he had supposed it destroyed with the Bastille. he had travelled thus far on his last way. until the paper had been read. and was the one promise he had still exacted on the morning of their marriage. and which had 617 of 670 . or had had it recalled to him (for the moment. If he had preserved any definite remembrance of it. never to seek to know whether her father had become oblivious of the existence of the paper. or for good). for her father’s sake. He wrote a long letter to Lucie. He had already explained to her that his concealment from herself of the name he had relinquished.

and explained his worldly affairs. That done. he commended them all. but.A Tale of Two Cities been described to all the world. 618 of 670 . he adjured her. he thought he had done with this world. but had uniformly forgotten himself for their joint sakes. He never thought of Carton. he told her father that he expressly confided his wife and child to his care. To her father himself. His mind was so full of the others. he wrote in the same strain. and her overcoming of her sorrow. He had time to finish these letters before the lights were put out. very strongly. Lorry. with the hope of rousing him from any despondency or dangerous retrospect towards which he foresaw he might be tending. And he told him this. by impressing him through every tender means she could think of. to devote herself to their dear child. with many added sentences of grateful friendship and warm attachment. that he never once thought of him. all was done. When he lay down on his straw bed. Next to her preservation of his own last grateful love and blessing. To Mr. He besought her—though he added that he knew it was needless—to console her father. to comfort her father. as they would meet in Heaven. with the truth that he had done nothing for which he could justly reproach himself.

he was with Lucie again. and showed itself in shining forms. unaccountably released and light of heart. and had come back to her. and yet there was no difference in him. and hoped that he could meet the end with quiet heroism. in nowise directed by his will.A Tale of Two Cities But. how many steps it had. unconscious where he was or what had happened. where he would be stood. Free and happy. while he was composed. ‘this is the day of my death!’ Thus. to the day when the fifty-two heads were to fall. A pause of forgetfulness. had he come through the hours. how he would be touched. and she told him it was all a dream. back in the old house in Soho (though it had nothing in it like the real house). And now. obtruded 619 of 670 . which was very difficult to master. How high it was from the ground. dead and at peace. until it flashed upon his mind. which way his face would be turned. or might be the last: these and many similar questions. Another pause of oblivion. it beckoned him back in his sleep. and he awoke in the sombre morning. whether he would be the first. whether the touching hands would be dyed red. He had never seen the instrument that was to terminate his life. a new action began in his waking thoughts. and he had never gone away. and then he had even suffered.

a wondering that was more like the wondering of some other spirit within his. He had been apprised that the final hour was Three. eleven gone for ever. countless times.A Tale of Two Cities themselves over and over again. The hours went on as he walked to and fro. He walked up and down. free from distracting fancies. he had got the better of it. Twelve gone for ever. twelve coming on to pass away. Rather. After a hard contest with that eccentric action of thought which had last perplexed him. Therefore. He could walk up and down. and so to strengthen himself in the 620 of 670 . he resolved to keep Two before his mind. than his own. and he knew he would be summoned some time earlier. and the clocks struck the numbers he would never hear again. Neither were they connected with fear: he was conscious of no fear. inasmuch as the tumbrils jolted heavily and slowly through the streets. softly repeating their names to himself. ten gone for ever. as the hour. Nine gone for ever. they originated in a strange besetting desire to know what to do when the time came. a desire gigantically disproportionate to the few swift moments to which it referred. praying for himself and for them. The worst of the strife was over.

The key was put in the lock. after that time. in English: ‘He has never seen me here. a very different man from the prisoner. for the first moment.A Tale of Two Cities interval that he might be able. who had walked to and fro at La Force. and turned. with the light of a smile on his features. The hour had measured like most other hours. or as it opened. without surprise. Devoutly thankful to Heaven for his recovered self-possession. Before the door was opened. he heard One struck away from him. and a cautionary finger on his lip. Footsteps in the stone passage outside the door. Go you in alone. he 621 of 670 . But. I have kept out of his way. Walking regularly to and fro with his arms folded on his breast. that. a man said in a low voice. Lose no time!’ The door was quickly opened and closed. I wait near. There was something so bright and remarkable in his look. to strengthen others. quiet. and there stood before him face to face.’ and turned to walk again. he thought. the prisoner misdoubted him to be an apparition of his own imagining. intent upon him. He stopped. Sydney Carton. ‘There is but another now.

‘I could not believe it to be you. and it was his voice. pressing. he took the prisoner’s hand.’ There was a chair against the wall of the cell. You must comply with it—take off those boots you wear. behind the prisoner. I have no time to tell you. ‘I bring you a request from her. with 622 of 670 . dear Darnay. and it was his real grasp. and in virtue of it I stand before you. I come from her— your wife. that you well remember. had already. you least expected to see me?’ he said.A Tale of Two Cities spoke. I can scarcely believe it now. addressed to you in the most pathetic tones of the voice so dear to you. and draw on these of mine.’ The prisoner wrung his hand. I am accidentally possessed of a power over one of the keepers here. You are not’—the apprehension came suddenly into his mind—‘a prisoner?’ ‘No. or what it means. ‘Of all the people upon earth.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘A most earnest.’ The prisoner turned his face partly aside. ‘You have no time to ask me why I bring it. and emphatic entreaty. Carton. pressing forward.

got him down into it. but do I? When I ask you to pass out at that door. Put your hands to them. and has always failed. that appeared quite supernatural. it never can be done. You will only die with me. and stood over him. my dear Darnay.’ 623 of 670 . and shake out your hair like this of mine!’ With wonderful quickness. tell me it is madness and remain here. ‘Draw on these boots of mine.’ ‘Do I ask you. ‘Carton! Dear Carton! It is madness. there is no escaping from this place. While you do it. he forced all these changes upon him. refuse. Is your hand steady enough to write?’ ‘It was when you came in. that coat for this of mine. It is madness. put your will to them. The prisoner was like a young child in his hands.A Tale of Two Cities the speed of lightning.’ ‘It would be madness if I asked you to escape. It cannot be accomplished. Change that cravat for this of mine. barefoot. it has been attempted. let me take this ribbon from your hair. it never can be done. Quick!’ ‘Carton. I implore you not to add your death to the bitterness of mine. There are pen and ink and paper on this table. and with a strength both of will and action. to pass the door? When I ask that.

the prisoner chancing to look up in his hurried wonder as he wrote.’ Carton still had his hand in his breast. ‘Write exactly as I speak. I am not armed. ‘I have. ‘Have you written ‘forget them’?’ Carton asked. stood close beside him. ‘‘If you remember. You do remember them. looked down.’’ said Carton. dictating. Carton.’ ‘To whom do I address it?’ ‘To no one.’ ‘What is it in your hand?’ 624 of 670 . quick!’ Pressing his hand to his bewildered head. Darnay sat down at the table. closing upon something. ‘‘the words that passed between us. Is that a weapon in your hand?’ ‘No.’ The prisoner looked up. long ago. at each question. friend. Quick. you will readily comprehend this when you see it.’’ He was drawing his hand from his breast. with his right hand in his breast. standing over him with his hand in his breast. ‘Do I date it?’ ‘No. the hand stopped. I know.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Steady it again. and write what I shall dictate. Carton. It is not in your nature to forget them.

‘What vapour is that?’ he asked. once more. or his faculties disordered. ‘‘I am thankful that the time has come.’ He dictated again. ‘Hurry. hurry!’ The prisoner bent over the paper. ‘‘I never should have used the longer opportunity. The pen dropped from Darnay’s fingers on the table. his hand slowly and softly moved down close to the writer’s face. Hurry. the prisoner made an effort to rally his attention. If it had been otherwise. Take up the pen and finish. ‘Vapour?’ ‘Something that crossed me?’ ‘I am conscious of nothing. ‘‘If it had been otherwise. That I do so is no subject for regret or grief.A Tale of Two Cities ‘You shall know directly. Write on. when I can prove them.’’ Carton’s hand was again watchfully and softly stealing down. ‘‘I should but have had so 625 of 670 .’’ the hand was at the prisoner’s face. Carton—his hand again in his breast—looked steadily at him. there can be nothing here. and he looked about him vacantly.’’ As he said these words with his eyes fixed on the writer. hurry!’ As if his memory were impaired. there are but a few words more. As he looked at Carton with clouded eyes and with an altered manner of breathing.

The prisoner sprang up with a reproachful look. and Carton’s left arm caught him round the waist. in the thick of business here.’ 626 of 670 . looking up. and tied it with the ribbon the prisoner had worn. If it had been otherwise—’’ Carton looked at the pen and saw it was trailing off into unintelligible signs. but. putting the paper in the breast: ‘is your hazard very great?’ ‘Mr. within a minute or so. Carton. ‘Enter there! Come in!’ and the Spy presented himself. Carton dressed himself in the clothes the prisoner had laid aside. with a timid snap of his fingers. ‘You see?’ said Carton. Carton’s hand moved back to his breast no more. Then. For a few seconds he faintly struggled with the man who had come to lay down his life for him.A Tale of Two Cities much the more to answer for. I will be true to the death. but with hands as true to the purpose as his heart was. he was stretched insensible on the ground. as he kneeled on one knee beside the insensible figure.’ the Spy answered. if you are true to the whole of your bargain. but Carton’s hand was close and firm at his nostrils. combed back his hair. ‘my hazard is not THAT. he softly called. Quickly.’ ‘Don’t fear me.

get assistance and take me to the coach.’ ‘You?’ said the Spy nervously. The parting interview has overpowered me. if the tale of fifty-two is to be right. man. and to 627 of 670 . ‘You must be. place him yourself in the carriage. view. You go out at the gate by which you brought me in?’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Have no fear! I shall soon be out of the way of harming you. and too often. ‘Him. show him yourself to Mr. Mr. Being made right by you in that dress. please God! Now. as he paused for a last moment. and edit PDF. ‘have I sworn by no solemn vow already. tell him yourself to give him no restorative but air. to go through with this.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. often. Quick! Call assistance!’ ‘You swear not to betray me?’ said the trembling Spy. Carton. ‘Man. I shall have no fear.’ ‘I was weak and faint when you brought me in. stamping his foot. Such a thing has happened here. and the rest will soon be far from here. that you waste the precious moments now? Take him yourself to the courtyard you know of. Your life is in your own hands. Lorry. man!’ returned Carton. Download the free trial version. with whom I have exchanged. and I am fainter now you take me out.

then?’ said one of them.’ said Barsad. Straining his powers of listening to the utmost. then. ‘I know it well. I entreat you. ‘How.’ said the Spy. doors clashed.’ said the other. contemplating the fallen figure.A Tale of Two Cities remember my words of last night. and Carton seated himself at the table. in a warning voice. There was none. or hurry made. ‘So afflicted to find that his friend has drawn a prize in the lottery of Sainte Guillotine?’ ‘A good patriot. placed it on a litter they had brought to the door. The Spy returned immediately. Keys turned. ‘Lift him. footsteps passed along distant passages: no cry was raised. Evremonde. and bent to carry it away. and drive away!’ The Spy withdrew. Breathing more freely in a little while.’ ‘Come. that seemed unusual. and his promise of last night.’ answered Carton.’ They raised the unconscious figure. resting his forehead on his hands. and leave me. he listened for any sound that might denote suspicion or alarm. he 628 of 670 . ‘could hardly have been more afflicted if the Aristocrat had drawn a blank. and Carton was left alone. with two men. my children. ‘The time is short. and come away!’ The door closed. ‘Be careful of my friend.

as having a knowledge of him. a young woman. and in restless motion.A Tale of Two Cities sat down at the table. with a list in his hand. looked in. and what with the shadows within. Some were lamenting. A gaoler. Evremonde!’ and he followed into a large dark room. one man stopped in passing. then began to be audible. Several doors were opened in succession. A very few moments after that. Some were standing. some seated. but the man went on. and what with the shadows without. at a distance. ‘Follow me. The great majority were silent and still. for he divined their meaning. and finally his own. Sounds that he was not afraid of. to embrace him. he could but dimly discern the others who were brought there to have their arms bound. with a slight girlish form. while some of the fifty-two were brought in after him. 629 of 670 . and large widely opened patient eyes. As he stood by the wall in a dim corner. merely saying. rose from the seat where he had observed her sitting. but. looking fixedly at the ground. a sweet spare face in which there was no vestige of colour. and listened again until the clock struck Two. It was a dark winter day. It thrilled him with a great dread of discovery. and came to speak to him. these were few.

touching him with her cold hand. so touched him. Is it likely? Who would think of plotting with a poor little weak creature like me?’ The forlorn smile with which she said it. ‘I am not afraid to die. who was with you in La Force. will you let me hold your hand? I am not afraid. I forget what you were accused of?’ ‘Plots.’ 630 of 670 . but I have done nothing. it warmed and softened to this pitiable girl. will profit by my death. Citizen Evremonde. but I do not know how that can be. ‘I heard you were released. and it will give me more courage. I hoped it was true?’ ‘It was. But. that tears started from his eyes. Citizen Evremonde.’ He murmured for answer: ‘True. Such a poor weak little creature!’ As the last thing on earth that his heart was to warm and soften to.’ ‘If I may ride with you.’ she said. but I am little and weak. Citizen Evremonde. ‘I am a poor little seamstress. I am not unwilling to die. I was again taken and condemned. Though the just Heaven knows that I am innocent of any. Citizen Evremonde.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Citizen Evremonde. if the Republic which is to do so much good to us poor.

‘Apparently the Citizen-Doctor is not in his right mind? The Revolution-fever will have been too much for him?’ Greatly too much for him. French. Hush! Yes.A Tale of Two Cities As the patient eyes were lifted to his face. in that same hour of the early afternoon. ‘Alexandre Manette. and then astonishment. this helpless. my poor sister. when a coach going out of Paris drives up to be examined. French.’ The same shadows that are falling on the prison. Physician. ‘And his wife and child. and read. ‘Who goes here? Whom have we within? Papers!’ The papers are handed out. Lucie. His daughter. ‘Are you dying for him?’ she whispered. Which is she?’ This is she. hunger-worn young fingers. Which is he?’ This is he. ‘Hah! Many suffer with it. are falling. to the last. He pressed the work-worn. 631 of 670 .’ ‘O you will let me hold your brave hand. he saw a sudden doubt in them. wandering old man pointed out. on the Barrier with the crowd about it. and touched his lips. stranger?’ ‘Hush! Yes. inarticulately murmuring.

the wife of Evremonde. is it not?’ It is. child of Evremonde. Necessarily. ‘Is that all? It is not a great deal. thou hast kissed a good Republican. English. replying to a group of 632 of 670 . ‘Kiss me. English. being the last. Lucie. Which is he?’ ‘I am he. ‘Apparently the English advocate is in a swoon?’ It is hoped he will recover in the fresher air. Lucie. This is she?’ She and no other. something new in thy family. Jarvis Lorry.’ It is Jarvis Lorry who has replied to all the previous questions. He.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Apparently it must be. Which is he?’ He lies here. It is represented that he is not in strong health. her child. remember it! Sydney Carton. Now. and has separated sadly from a friend who is under the displeasure of the Republic. It is Jarvis Lorry who has alighted and stands with his hand on the coach door. Advocate. Banker. that! Many are under the displeasure of the Republic. is pointed out. in this corner of the carriage. English. too. ‘Hah! Evremonde has an assignation elsewhere. and must look out at the little window.

A Tale of Two Cities officials. ‘It would seem like flight. there is the heavy breathing of the insensible traveller. there is weeping. and see if we are pursued!’ ‘The road is clear. and looks upward.’ 633 of 670 . my darling. So far. to look at what little luggage it carries on the roof. clinging to the old man. Forward. has its short arm held out for it. press nearer to the coach doors and greedily stare in. it would rouse suspicion. citizen?’ ‘One can depart. as he clasps his hands. countersigned. the country-people hanging about. citizens. my postilions! A good journey!’ ‘I salute you. carried by its mother.—And the first danger passed!’ These are again the words of Jarvis Lorry. that it may touch the wife of an aristocrat who has gone to the Guillotine. look back. Jarvis Lorry. I must not urge them too much.’ ‘One can depart. They leisurely walk round the carriage and leisurely mount the box. ‘Behold your papers. There is terror in the carriage. ‘Are we not going too slowly? Can they not be induced to go faster?’ asks Lucie. my dearest.’ ‘Look back. a little child. we are not pursued.

avenues of leafless trees. the coach stands in the little street. dye-works.A Tale of Two Cities Houses in twos and threes pass by us. we strike into the skirting mud. the soft deep mud is on either side. the old postilions count their money. our four horses are taken out. Have these men deceived us. leisurely. one by one. leisurely. sometimes. we stick in ruts and sloughs there. Out of the open country. in again among ruinous buildings. leisurely. look back. Look back. avenues of leafless trees. make wrong additions. the new postilions follow. The hard uneven pavement is under us. to avoid the stones that clatter us and shake us. that in our wild alarm and hurry we are for getting out and running—hiding—doing anything but stopping. tanneries. and see if we are pursued! Hush! the posting-house. and taken us back by another road? Is not this the same place twice over? Thank Heaven. the new horses come into visible existence. bereft of horses. Leisurely. open country. tanneries. and the like. no. solitary farms. and the like. and arrive at 634 of 670 . The agony of our impatience is then so great. and with no likelihood upon it of ever moving again. sucking and plaiting the lashes of their whips. A village. ruinous buildings. cottages in twos and threes. dye-works. Sometimes. solitary farms. leisurely.

A Tale of Two Cities dissatisfied results. He moves more. and on the low watery grounds. the postilions exchange speech with animated gesticulation. what he 635 of 670 . ‘How many did they say?’ ‘I do not understand you. and down the hill. We are through the village. Lorry. How many to the Guillotine today?’ ‘Fifty-two. I love it. he asks him. he is beginning to revive. All the time. Whoop!’ The night comes on dark. Hi forward. ten more heads are worth having. and the old are left behind. The Guillotine goes handsomely. by his name. our overfraught hearts are beating at a rate that would far outstrip the fastest gallop of the fastest horses ever foaled. almost on their haunches.’ ‘I said so! A brave number! My fellow-citizen here would have it forty-two. and the horses are pulled up.’ ‘—At the last post. he thinks they are still together. up the hill. looking out at window. and to speak intelligibly. Speak then!’ ‘What is it?’ asks Mr. We are pursued? ‘Ho! Within the carriage there. Suddenly. At length the new postilions are in their saddles.

and the whole wild night is in pursuit of us. and the clouds are flying after us. so far. we are pursued by nothing else. look out. The wind is rushing after us. and see if we are pursued.A Tale of Two Cities has in his hand. kind Heaven. O pity us. and the moon is plunging after us. 636 of 670 . but. and help us! Look out.

‘But our Defarge.’ the voluble Vengeance protested in her shrill notes. ‘is undoubtedly a good Republican? Eh?’ ‘There is no better. erst a mender of roads. My husband. and possesses its confidence.’ 637 of 670 . is a good Republican and a bold man. like an outer satellite who was not to speak until required. Not in the wine-shop did Madame Defarge confer with these ministers.’ ‘Peace. but in the shed of the wood-sawyer. The sawyer himself did not participate in the conference. fellow-citizen. little Vengeance. and he is so weak as to relent towards this Doctor. or to offer an opinion until invited. But my husband has his weaknesses. ‘in France.A Tale of Two Cities XIV The Knitting Done In that same juncture of time when the Fifty-Two awaited their fate Madame Defarge held darkly ominous council with The Vengeance and Jacques Three of the Revolutionary Jury.’ said Madame Defarge. ‘hear me speak. he has deserved well of the Republic. laying her hand with a slight frown on her lieutenant’s lips.’ said Jacques Three. but abided at a little distance.

’ ‘She has a fine head for it. And we seldom have a child there.A Tale of Two Cities ‘It is a great pity. ‘has golden hair and blue eyes. ‘The child also. and the wife and child must follow the husband and father. it is a thing to regret. dubiously shaking his head. ‘it is not quite like a good citizen. and reflected a little. It is a pretty sight!’ ‘In a word.’ croaked Jacques Three.’ said Madame Defarge.’ observed Jacques Three. with his cruel fingers at his hungry mouth. ‘I have seen blue eyes and golden hair there. ‘I care nothing for this Doctor.’ croaked Jacques Three. the Evremonde people are to be exterminated. But. for any interest I have in him. Not only do I feel. with a meditative enjoyment of his words. He may wear his head or lose it. he spoke like an epicure. ‘I cannot trust my husband in this matter. I.’ said madame. that I dare not confide to him the details of my projects.’ Ogre that he was. coming out of her short abstraction. Madame Defarge cast down her eyes. but also I feel 638 of 670 .’ ‘See you. since last night. and they looked charming when Samson held them up. it is all one to me.

’ croaked Jacques Three. ‘Clearly plots. and himself in the submission. sometimes without.’ said Madame Defarge. sternly. and then they might escape. you are ready to bear witness to them this very day?’ ‘Ay. who held her in the respect. ‘that she made to the prisoners. always signalling. from two to four. little citizen. I know what I know. therefore. Come hither. ay. and edit PDF. I have seen with my eyes. as if in incidental imitation of some few of the great diversity of signals that he had never seen. of mortal fear. why not!’ cried the sawyer. little citizen. there is danger of his giving warning. ‘my husband has not my reason for pursuing this family to annihilation. We ought to have six score a day. advanced with his hand to his red cap.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create. and I have not his reason for regarding this Doctor with any sensibility. I must act for myself. ‘Transparently!’ 639 of 670 . ‘Touching those signals.’ ‘In a word. that if I delay.’ ‘That must never be. sometimes with the little one. ‘Every day.’ Madame Defarge went on. Download the free trial version. ‘no one must escape. We have not half enough as it is.’ He made all manner of gestures while he spoke.’ said Jacques Three.’ The wood-sawyer. in all weathers. view.

and trust the case wholly to him. Can I spare him?’ ‘He would count as one head. dear citizeness. ‘Yet once more! Can I spare this Doctor to my husband? I have no feeling either way. this little citizen here. let me see. I am not a bad witness.A Tale of Two Cities ‘There is no doubt of the Jury?’ inquired Madame Defarge. who hurriedly replied in the affirmative: seizing the occasion to add that he was the most ardent of Republicans.’ The Vengeance and Jacques Three vied with each other in their fervent protestations that she was the most admirable and marvellous of witnesses. pondering again. you are going to see the batch of to-day executed. in a low voice. ‘Rely upon the patriotic Jury.’ ‘Now. For.’ said Madame Defarge. and I must not be silent. it would be a pity.’ ‘He was signalling with her when I saw her.’ argued Madame Defarge. The little citizen. declared her to be a celestial witness. ‘We really have not heads enough. letting her eyes turn to him with a gloomy smile.—You?’ The question was addressed to the wood-sawyer. not to be outdone.’ said Madame Defarge. I cannot spare him! You are engaged at three o’clock. ‘I cannot speak of one without the other. I think. I answer for my fellow-Jurymen. and that 640 of 670 .’ observed Jacques Three. ‘No. ‘He must take his chance.

and there expounded her further views to them thus: ‘She will now be at home. evaded her glance as a small dog would have done. retreated among his wood. and hid his confusion over the handle of his saw. She will be in a state of mind to impeach the justice of the Republic. She will be mourning and grieving. ‘I. She will be full of sympathy with its enemies.A Tale of Two Cities he would be in effect the most desolate of Republicans. awaiting the moment of his death. in Saint Antoine.’ said madame. and we will give information against these people at my Section. every hour in the day. if anything prevented him from enjoying the pleasure of smoking his afternoon pipe in the contemplation of the droll national barber. The citizeness looking at him.’ The wood-sawyer said he would be proud and flattered to attend the citizeness. by the dark eyes that looked contemptuously at him out of Madame Defarge’s head) of having his small individual fears for his own personal safety. ‘am equally engaged at the same place.’ 641 of 670 . that he might have been suspected (perhaps was. he became embarrassed. He was so very demonstrative herein. I will go to her. After it is over-say at eight to-night—come you to me. Madame Defarge beckoned the Juryman and The Vengeance a little nearer to the door.

what an adorable woman!’ exclaimed Jacques Three.’ said Madame Defarge.’ ‘I willingly obey the orders of my Chief.A Tale of Two Cities ‘What an admirable woman. Go you there. for she had already turned into the street. and kissing her cheek. ‘You will not be late?’ ‘I shall be there before the commencement. my cherished!’ cried The Vengeance. Be sure you are there. and so went through the mud. 642 of 670 . and round the corner of the prison wall.’ said The Vengeance with alacrity. were highly appreciative of her fine figure. and her superb moral endowments. ‘before the tumbrils arrive!’ Madame Defarge slightly waved her hand. my soul. calling after her.’ said The Vengeance. rapturously.’ ‘And before the tumbrils arrive. straight. to imply that she heard. The Vengeance and the Juryman. and might be relied upon to arrive in good time. looking after her as she walked away. ‘Ah. Keep me my usual chair. ‘Take you my knitting. to-day. placing it in her lieutenant’s hands. and embraced her. ‘and have it ready for me in my usual seat. for there will probably be a greater concourse than usual.

opportunity had developed her into a tigress. there was not one among them more to be dreaded than this ruthless woman. but to strike into others an instinctive recognition of those qualities. that his wife was to be made a widow and his daughter an orphan. To appeal to her. She was absolutely without pity. was made hopeless by her having no sense of pity. If she had been laid low in the streets. and as such had no right to live. she would not have pitied herself. of great determination. under any circumstances. Of a strong and fearless character. of shrewd sense and readiness. but. but them. But. she saw. the troubled time would have heaved her up. if she had 643 of 670 . If she had ever had the virtue in her. that an innocent man was to die for the sins of his forefathers. that was insufficient punishment. because they were her natural enemies and her prey. It was nothing to her. even for herself. now taking her way along the streets. imbued from her childhood with a brooding sense of wrong. It was nothing to her. in any of the many encounters in which she had been engaged. of that kind of beauty which not only seems to impart to its possessor firmness and animosity. nor.A Tale of Two Cities There were many women at that time. upon whom the time laid a dreadfully disfiguring hand. it had quite gone out of her. and an inveterate hatred of a class. not him.

since their escape might depend on the saving of only a few seconds here and there. and walking with the confident tread of such a character. Lorry’s attention. was a loaded pistol. when the journey of the travelling coach. and with the supple freedom of a woman who had habitually walked in her girlhood. and her dark hair looked rich under her coarse red cap. Now. the difficulty of taking Miss Pross in it had much engaged Mr. should be reduced to the utmost. he had proposed. barefoot and bare-legged. at that very moment waiting for the completion of its load. Lying hidden at her waist. would she have gone to it with any softer feeling than a fierce desire to change places with the man who sent here there. but it was of the highest importance that the time occupied in examining it and its passengers. Thus accoutred. after anxious 644 of 670 . Carelessly worn. had been planned out last night. Madame Defarge took her way along the streets. it was a becoming robe enough. It was not merely desirable to avoid overloading the coach. Finally. in a certain weird way. on the brown sea-sand.A Tale of Two Cities been ordered to the axe to-morrow. Such a heart Madame Defarge carried under her rough robe. Lying hidden in her bosom. was a sharpened dagger.

now drew nearer and nearer to the else-deserted lodging in which they held their consultation. should leave it at three o’clock in the lightest. or move. had known who it was that Solomon brought. ‘Now what do you think. or stand. when delay was the most to be dreaded. She and Jerry had beheld the coach start. Mr. they would soon overtake the coach. had passed some ten minutes in tortures of suspense. who were at liberty to leave the city.A Tale of Two Cities consideration. or live: ‘what do you think of our not starting from this courtyard? Another carriage having already gone from here to-day. and. Cruncher. would order its horses in advance. Miss Pross hailed it with joy. even as Madame Defarge.wheeled conveyance known to that period. Seeing in this arrangement the hope of rendering real service in that pressing emergency. taking her way through the streets. that Miss Pross and Jerry. Unencumbered with luggage. whose agitation was so great that she could hardly speak. and greatly facilitate its progress during the precious hours of the night.’ said Miss Pross. it might awaken suspicion. passing it and preceding it on the road.’ 645 of 670 . and were now concluding their arrangements to follow the coach.

I think not. to take notice o’ two promises and wows wot it is my wishes fur to record in this here crisis?’ ‘Oh. who was all in a tremble. miss. Cruncher. Cruncher.’ returned Mr. ‘that I am incapable of forming any plan.’ 646 of 670 . miss. Cruncher. and get them out of the way. still wildly crying. whatever it is. never no more will I do it. ‘that you never will do it again. wildly crying. miss. Likewise wot I’ll stand by you. Cruncher. for gracious sake!’ cried Miss Pross. my dear good Mr.’ ‘I am so distracted with fear and hope for our precious creatures. ‘I hope so.’ ‘First. Respectin’ any present use o’ this here blessed old head o’ mind. Are YOU capable of forming any plan.’ said Miss Pross.A Tale of Two Cities ‘My opinion. and who spoke with an ashy and solemn visage. ‘is as you’re right. ‘them poor things well out o’ this. right or wrong. and I beg you not to think it necessary to mention more particularly what it is. Cruncher?’ ‘Respectin’ a future spear o’ life.’ returned Miss Pross.’ said Mr.’ returned Mr. Would you do me the favour. never no more!’ ‘I am quite sure. Mr. ‘record them at once. like an excellent man.

and additional tendency to hold forth and hold out. ‘it shall not be named to you. Cruncher may be a flopping at the present time. Cruncher. Second: them poor things well out o’ this. additional slowness.— O my poor darlings!’ ‘I go so far as to say. ‘as anything wot I have ever said or done should be wisited on my earnest wishes for them poor creeturs now! Forbid it as we shouldn’t all flop (if it 647 of 670 . my dear man.’ proceeded Mr. ‘I have no doubt it is best that Mrs. there. with additional solemnity.’ proceeded Mr. Cruncher. Cruncher through yourself—that wot my opinions respectin’ flopping has undergone a change.’ said Miss Pross. moreover.’ ‘Forbid it.’ returned Jerry. miss. with a most alarming tendency to hold forth as from a pulpit—‘and let my words be took down and took to Mrs.’ ‘There. striving to dry her eyes and compose herself. and never no more will I interfere with Mrs. miss. Cruncher’s flopping.’ cried the distracted Miss Pross. ‘and I hope she finds it answering her expectations. and that wot I only hope with all my heart as Mrs. Cruncher should have it entirely under her own superintendence. there! I hope she is. never no more!’ ‘Whatever housekeeping arrangement that may be.A Tale of Two Cities ‘No.

and at all events you may be sure that I shall bear witness to your being thoroughly in earnest at this dreadful time. and were to wait somewhere for me. Cruncher. miss! Wot I say. Cruncher thought it might be best. And still Madame Defarge.’ said Miss Pross.’ said Miss Pross. for-BID it!’ This was Mr. Cruncher was so bewildered that he could think of no locality but Temple Bar. ‘If you were to go before. Mr. ‘Where could you wait for me?’ asked Miss Pross. came nearer and nearer. ‘and stop the vehicle and horses from coming here. pursuing her way along the streets. Madame Defarge. Cruncher as much as I may be able to remember and understand of what you have so impressively said. came nearer and nearer. pursuing her way along the streets. ‘If we ever get back to our native land. 648 of 670 . pray let us think! My esteemed Mr. ‘you may rely upon my telling Mrs.A Tale of Two Cities was anyways conwenient) to get ‘em out o’ this here dismal risk! Forbid it. let us think!’ Still. Now. wouldn’t that be best?’ Mr. and Madame Defarge was drawing very near indeed. Alas! Temple Bar was hundreds of miles away. Cruncher’s conclusion after a protracted but vain endeavour to find a better one.

‘Then.’ said Mr.’ returned Miss Pross. like the best of men. I feel certain of it. The necessity of composing her appearance so that it should attract no special notice in the streets. Mr. Take me in at the cathedral.house straight. We don’t know what may happen. was another 649 of 670 . hesitating and shaking his head.’ said Miss Pross. you see. at Three o’Clock. ‘go to the posting. Cruncher. and make that change. and I am sure it will be better than our going from here.A Tale of Two Cities ‘By the cathedral door. ‘about leaving of you. he immediately went out to alter the arrangements. With an encouraging nod or two.’ said Miss Pross. to take me in. Cruncher! Think-not of me. and Miss Pross’s two hands in quite agonised entreaty clasping his. near the great cathedral door between the two towers?’ ‘No. Cruncher.’ ‘Heaven knows we don’t. but of the lives that may depend on both of us!’ This exordium. decided Mr. or as near it as you can. There! Bless you. The having originated a precaution which was already in course of execution. miss. ‘but have no fear for me. was a great relief to Miss Pross.’ ‘I am doubtful. ‘Would it be much out of the way.’ answered Mr. Cruncher. and left her by herself to follow as she had proposed.

She looked at her watch. and she shut them all. She then placed herself before the door of the chamber which Lucie had occupied. There were four in the room. in her extreme perturbation. and of half-imagined faces peeping from behind every open door in them. of the loneliness of the deserted rooms. where is she?’ It flashed upon Miss Pross’s mind that the doors were all standing open. for she saw a figure standing in the room. ‘The wife of Evremonde. Her first act was to shut them. She had no time to lose. but constantly paused and looked round to see that there was no one watching her. Madame Defarge looked coldly at her. those feet had come to meet that water. 650 of 670 . but must get ready at once. In one of those pauses she recoiled and cried out. she could not bear to have her sight obscured for a minute at a time by the dripping water. Afraid. Miss Pross got a basin of cold water and began laving her eyes. and would suggest the flight. The basin fell to the ground broken. By strange stern ways. and said. and it was twenty minutes past two. and the water flowed to the feet of Madame Defarge. and through much staining blood.A Tale of Two Cities relief. Haunted by her feverish apprehensions. which were swollen and red.

‘On my way yonder.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create.’ said Madame Defarge. as Mr. Miss Pross knew full well that Madame Defarge was the family’s malevolent enemy.’ 651 of 670 . but still with something of Miss Pross’s own perception that they two were at bay. and she measured Madame Defarge with her eyes. I wish to see her. with a slight movement of her hand towards the fatal spot. and rested on her when it was finished. of her appearance.’ said Miss Pross. from your appearance. she too was a determined woman in her different way. every inch. ‘Nevertheless. view. Madame Defarge’s dark eyes followed her through this rapid movement. you shall not get the better of me. in the years gone by. in her breathing. but. or softened the grimness. hard. I am an Englishwoman. and edit PDF. I am come to make my compliments to her in passing. ‘where they reserve my chair and my knitting for me. be the wife of Lucifer. Lorry had seen in the same figure a woman with a strong hand. wiry woman before her. ‘You might. She knew full well that Miss Pross was the family’s devoted friend.’ Madame Defarge looked at her scornfully. Miss Pross had nothing beautiful about her. years had not tamed the wildness. She saw a tight. Download the free trial version.

’ said Miss Pross. but. ‘I take no answer from you. both were very watchful. ‘and I was an English four-poster. she so far understood them as to perceive that she was set at naught. I demand to see her. with an angry explanatory wave of her right arm. what the unintelligible words meant. neither understood the other’s words. frowning.’ returned Miss Pross. 652 of 670 . and intent to deduce from look and manner.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I know that your intentions are evil.’ Madame Defarge was not likely to follow these idiomatic remarks in detail. ‘and you may depend upon it.’ Each spoke in her own language. you wicked foreign woman. Go tell her that I wish to see her. or stand out of the way of the door and let me go to her!’ This. Do you hear?’ ‘If those eyes of yours were bed-winches. I am your match. ‘It will do her no good to keep herself concealed from me at this moment. ‘Woman imbecile and pig-like!’ said Madame Defarge.’ said Madame Defarge. Either tell her that I demand to see her. I’ll hold my own against them. ‘Good patriots will know what that means. they shouldn’t loose a splinter of me. No. Let me see her.

to know whether you suspect the truth. ha!’ she laughed. Madame Defarge had not moved from the spot where she stood when Miss Pross first became aware of her. ‘I am a Briton. or any part of it. except the clothes I wear. but. But.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I little thought.’ said Miss Pross.’ Then she raised her voice and called out. ‘you poor wretch! What are you worth! I address myself to that Doctor. with a shake of her head and a flash of her eyes between every rapid sentence.’ Neither of them for a single moment released the other’s eyes. ‘Ha.’ said Miss Pross. Thus Miss Pross. ‘I am desperate. I know that the longer I keep you here. ‘Citizen Doctor! Wife of Evremonde! Child of Evremonde! Any 653 of 670 . ‘that I should ever want to understand your nonsensical language. if you lay a finger on me!’ Thus Miss Pross. she now advanced one step. and every rapid sentence a whole breath. I’ll not leave a handful of that dark hair upon your head. who had never struck a blow in her life. but I would give all I have. her courage was of that emotional nature that it brought the irrepressible tears into her eyes. This was a courage that Madame Defarge so little comprehended as to mistake for weakness. the greater hope there is for my Ladybird. I don’t care an English Twopence for myself.

perhaps some latent disclosure in the expression of Miss Pross’s face. I will tear you to pieces. they are gone. and can be pursued and brought back.’ ‘Never!’ said Miss Pross. you shall not leave here while I can hold you.’ ‘I have been in the streets from the first. if I can prevent your knowing it. there are odds and ends upon the ground. ‘Those rooms are all in disorder. and know that. and looked in.’ said Miss Pross to herself. 654 of 670 . ‘If they are not in that room. perhaps a sudden misgiving apart from either suggestion. ‘and you shall not know that. you are uncertain what to do.’ said Madame Defarge. who understood the request as perfectly as Madame Defarge understood the answer. whispered to Madame Defarge that they were gone. there has been hurried packing.’ said Madame Defarge to herself. There is no one in that room behind you! Let me look.A Tale of Two Cities person but this miserable fool. answer the Citizeness Defarge!’ Perhaps the following silence. but I will have you from that door. or not know that. ‘As long as you don’t know whether they are in that room or not. Three of the doors she opened swiftly. nothing has stopped me.

struck out a flash and a crash. while every minute you are here is worth a hundred thousand guineas to my darling. and even lifted her from the floor in the struggle that they had. we are not likely to be heard. Miss Pross looked up. held her round the waist. with her head down. but. clasped her tight. 655 of 670 . and held her tight. on the instinct of the moment. It was in vain for Madame Defarge to struggle and to strike. The two hands of Madame Defarge buffeted and tore her face. and stood alone—blinded with smoke. Miss Pross. always so much stronger than hate. in smothered tones. I bless Heaven for it. Miss Pross. I am stronger than you. Madame Defarge made at the door. seized her round the waist in both her arms. and felt at her encircled waist. with the vigorous tenacity of love. and clung to her with more than the hold of a drowning woman. Miss Pross. and I pray for bodily strength to keep you here. ‘It is under my arm. I hold you till one or other of us faints or dies!’ Madame Defarge’s hands were at her bosom. Madame Defarge’s hands ceased to strike.A Tale of Two Cities ‘We are alone at the top of a high house in a solitary courtyard.’ said Miss Pross. Soon. struck at it. saw what it was.’ said Miss Pross. ‘you shall not draw it.

it passed out on the air. These she put on. As the smoke cleared. or she could hardly have gone along the streets without being stopped. she bethought herself of the consequences of what she did. By good fortune she had a veil on her bonnet. and even went near it. in time to check herself and go back. first shutting and locking the door and taking away the key. but. and ran down the stairs to call for fruitless help. too.A Tale of Two Cities All this was in a second. In the first fright and horror of her situation. out on the staircase. like the soul of the furious woman whose body lay lifeless on the ground. Miss Pross passed the body as far from it as she could. Happily. 656 of 670 . and then got up and hurried away. It was dreadful to go in at the door again. for the marks of gripping fingers were deep in her face. she did go in. leaving an awful stillness. By good fortune. She then sat down on the stairs a few moments to breathe and to cry. to get the bonnet and other things that she must wear. and her hair was torn. she was naturally so peculiar in appearance as not to show disfigurement like any other woman. She needed both advantages. and her dress (hastily composed with unsteady hands) was clutched and dragged a hundred ways.

and looked surprised by the question and by her aspect. with his mind much disturbed. and took her away. ‘Is there any noise in the streets now?’ asked Miss Pross again. ruminating. and charged with murder! In the midst of these fluttering thoughts. what if the door were opened and the remains discovered. ‘at all events she’ll see that. ‘I don’t hear you. ‘So I’ll nod my head.’ And she did. Cruncher. what if the key were already taken in a net. took her in. Again Mr.’ thought Mr. ‘What do you say?’ It was in vain for Mr. she dropped the door key in the river. sent to prison. and waiting there. Cruncher to repeat what he said.’ said Miss Pross. the escort appeared. ‘I don’t hear it. ‘The usual noises. ‘Is there any noise in the streets?’ she asked him.A Tale of Two Cities In crossing the bridge.’ ‘Gone deaf in an hour?’ said Mr. Cruncher nodded his head. presently. amazed. Arriving at the cathedral some few minutes before her escort. Cruncher. she thought.’ Mr. Cruncher replied. Miss Pross could not hear him. ‘wot’s come to her?’ 657 of 670 . what if she were stopped at the gate. what if it were identified.

’ And indeed she never did. my good man. and that crash was the last thing I should ever hear in this life. more and more disturbed. Cruncher.’ ‘Blest if she ain’t in a queer condition!’ said Mr. glancing over his shoulder. never to be broken any more as long as my life lasts. ‘nothing. O. ‘it’s my opinion that indeed she never will hear anything else in this world. ‘as if there had been a flash and a crash. there was first a great crash. seeing that he spoke to her. 658 of 670 . Cruncher. ‘Wot can she have been a takin’.’ said Miss Pross. and that stillness seems to be fixed and unchangeable. now very nigh their journey’s end. to keep her courage up? Hark! There’s the roll of them dreadful carts! You can hear that.A Tale of Two Cities ‘I feel. and then a great stillness. miss?’ ‘I can hear.’ said Mr.’ ‘If she don’t hear the roll of those dreadful carts.’ said Miss Pross.

the equipages of feudal nobles. which will grow to maturity under conditions more certain than those that have produced this horror. Crush humanity out of shape once more. All the devouring and insatiate Monsters imagined since imagination could record itself. the churches that are not my father’s house but dens of thieves. a blade. with its rich variety of soil and climate.A Tale of Two Cities XV The Footsteps Die Out For Ever Along the Paris streets. a sprig. thou powerful enchanter. hollow and harsh. Time. under similar hammers. and it will surely yield the same fruit according to its kind. the huts of millions of starving peasants! No. the great magician who majestically works 659 of 670 . and it will twist itself into the same tortured forms. a leaf. Six tumbrils carry the day’s wine to La Guillotine. a peppercorn. And yet there is not in France. the toilettes of flaring Jezebels. Change these back again to what they were. Sow the same seed of rapacious license and oppression over again. Six tumbrils roll along the streets. Guillotine. the death-carts rumble. and they shall be seen to be the carriages of absolute monarchs. are fused in the one realisation. a root.

some observe these things. and the ploughs go steadily onward. that in many windows there are no people. So used are the regular inhabitants of the houses to the spectacle. Some. Ridges of faces are thrown to this side and to that. if thou wear this form through mere passing conjuration. the inmate has visitors to see the sight. others. and all things on their last roadside. and in some the occupation of the hands is not so much as suspended. ‘If thou be changed into this shape by the will of God. Here and there. and who there the day before. never reverses his transformations. ‘then remain so! But. with a lingering interest in the ways of life and men. to this cart and to this. seated with drooping heads. As the sombre wheels of the six carts go round.’ say the seers to the enchanted. with an impassive stare. 660 of 670 . they seem to plough up a long crooked furrow among the populace in the streets. then resume thy former aspect!’ Changeless and hopeless. in the wise Arabian stories. Of the riders in the tumbrils. then he points his finger. the tumbrils roll along. while the eyes survey the faces in the tumbrils. and seems to tell who sat here yesterday.A Tale of Two Cities out the appointed order of the Creator. with something of the complacency of a curator or authorised exponent.

Honore. frequently point out one man in it with their swords. he stands at the back of the tumbril with his head bent down. is so shattered and made drunk by horror. and he a miserable creature. cries are raised against him. There is a guard of sundry horsemen riding abreast of the tumbrils. and holds his hand. Several close their eyes. to know which is he. or try to get their straying thoughts together. and in pictures. If they move him at all. Here and there in the long street of St. and think. The leading curiosity is. and always speaks to the girl.A Tale of Two Cities are sunk in silent despair. there are some so heedful of their looks that they cast upon the multitude such glances as they have seen in theatres. it is always followed by a press of people towards the third cart. to converse with a mere girl who sits on the side of the cart. and they are asked some question. of a crazed aspect. as he shakes his hair a little more loosely about 661 of 670 . He has no curiosity or care for the scene about him. again. Not one of the whole number appeals by look or gesture. that he sings. and faces are often turned up to some of them. It would seem to be always the same question. it is only to a quiet smile. The horsemen abreast of that cart. to the pity of the people. Only one. for. and tries to dance.

He looks into the second: not there. his arms being bound. He already asks himself.’ The man cries. to come on into the place of execution. Evremonde! To the Guillotine all aristocrats! Down. Evremonde!’ the face of Evremonde is for a moment turned towards him. Let him be at peace. ‘Which is Evremonde?’ says a man behind him. citizen?’ ‘He is going to pay the forfeit: it will be paid in five minutes more. as he looks into the third. awaiting the coming-up of the tumbrils. Evremonde!’ ‘Hush. At the back there. ‘Down. The ridges 662 of 670 . ‘Down. hush!’ the Spy entreats him. timidly. He cannot easily touch his face. On the steps of a church. and goes his way. ‘Has he sacrificed me?’ when his face clears. Evremonde then sees the Spy. stands the Spy and prison-sheep. and end.’ ‘With his hand in the girl’s?’ ‘Yes. ‘And why not. He looks into the first of them: not there. The clocks are on the stroke of three.’ But the man continuing to exclaim. ‘That.A Tale of Two Cities his face. and looks attentively at him. and the furrow ploughed among the populace is turning round.

thrown to this side and to that. On one of the fore-most chairs. ‘Therese. as in a garden of public diversion. petulantly.’ ‘Louder. busily knitting. Vengeance.’ says a knitting-woman of the sisterhood. for all are following to the Guillotine. although the messengers have done dread deeds. Louder yet. lingering somewhere. and edit PDF. In front of it. now crumble in and close behind the last plough as it passes on. Download the free trial version. seated in chairs. with a little oath or so added. ‘and here are the tumbrils! And Evremonde will be despatched in a wink. stands The Vengeance.’ the woman recommends. and still she will scarcely hear thee. it is questionable whether of their own wills they will go far enough to find her! ‘Bad Fortune!’ cries The Vengeance. Vengeance. and yet. nor will she miss now. Send other women up and down to seek her. view. ‘Therese!’ she cries. looking about for her friend.eBook brought to you by A Tale of Two Cities Create.’ cries The Vengeance. ‘No. Ay! Louder. and yet it will hardly bring her. and she not here! See her 663 of 670 . stamping her foot in the chair. much louder. ‘Who has seen her? Therese Defarge!’ ‘She never missed before. in her shrill tones. are a number of women.

the third comes up. Crash!—A head is held up.’ 664 of 670 . I should not be so composed. Crash! —And the knitting-women. ‘But for you. count One. the tumbrils begin to discharge their loads. and her empty chair ready for her. I cry with vexation and disappointment!’ As The Vengeance descends from her elevation to do it. and the seamstress is lifted out next after him. nor should I have been able to raise my thoughts to Him who was put to death. and the knitting. for I am naturally a poor little thing. He has not relinquished her patient hand in getting out. The supposed Evremonde descends. count Two. that we might have hope and comfort here to-day.A Tale of Two Cities knitting in my hand. The ministers of Sainte Guillotine are robed and ready. never faltering or pausing in their Work. dear stranger. but still holds it as he promised. faint of heart. The second tumbril empties and moves on. and she looks into his face and thanks him. I think you were sent to me by Heaven.women who scarcely lifted their eyes to look at it a moment ago when it could think and speak. He gently places her with her back to the crashing engine that constantly whirrs up and falls.

how should I tell her! It is better as it is. and it troubles me— just a little. but they speak as if they were alone. and what I am still thinking now. these two children of the Universal Mother.’ ‘Tell me what it is. I shall mind nothing when I let it go. and she knows nothing of my fate—for I cannot write—and if I could. ‘Keep your eyes upon me. yes: better as it is. to repair home together. She is five years younger than I. and she lives in a farmer’s house in the south country.’ ‘I mind nothing while I hold your hand.’ ‘They will be rapid. Fear not!’ The two stand in the fast-thinning throng of victims. an only relative and an orphan. else so wide apart and differing. if they are rapid. hand to hand. will you let me ask you one last question? I am very ignorant. like myself.A Tale of Two Cities ‘Or you to me. have come together on the dark highway. and mind no other object. whom I love very dearly.’ says Sydney Carton. voice to voice.’ ‘Yes. as I look into your kind 665 of 670 .’ ‘I have a cousin. Eye to eye.’ ‘What I have been thinking as we came along. Poverty parted us. and to rest in her bosom. ‘Brave and generous friend. dear child. heart to heart.

’ ‘What then. bright constancy is in the patient face. he kisses hers. my gentle sister?’ ‘Do you think:’ the uncomplaining eyes in which there is so much endurance.’ 666 of 670 . nothing worse than a sweet.A Tale of Two Cities strong face which gives me so much support. fill with tears. my child. though he were dead. and no trouble there. is this:—If the Republic really does good to the poor. and the lips part a little more and tremble: ‘that it will seem long to me.’ ‘You comfort me so much! I am so ignorant. ‘I am the Resurrection and the Life. and in all ways to suffer less. Am I to kiss you now? Is the moment come?’ ‘Yes. and they come to be less hungry. saith the Lord: he that believeth in me. there is no Time there.’ She kisses his lips. they solemnly bless each other. yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. the knitting-women count Twenty-Two. She goes next before him—is gone. The spare hand does not tremble as he releases it. she may live a long time: she may even live to be old. while I wait for her in the better land where I trust both you and I will be mercifully sheltered?’ ‘It cannot be.

and they were prophetic. about the city that night. TwentyThree. and. in their struggles to be truly free. in their triumphs and defeats. the Judge. They said of him. I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. like one great heave of water. all flashes away. so that it swells forward in a mass. gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out. One of the most remarkable sufferers by the same axe—a woman-had asked at the foot of the same scaffold. to be allowed to write down the thoughts that were inspiring her. perishing by this retributive instrument. that it was the peacefullest man’s face ever beheld there. If he had given any utterance to his. long ranks of the new oppressors who have risen on the destruction of the old. the Juryman. the upturning of many faces. and Cly. 667 of 670 . Many added that he looked sublime and prophetic.A Tale of Two Cities The murmuring of many voices. through long years to come. before it shall cease out of its present use. I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth. they would have been these: ‘I see Barsad. Defarge. The Vengeance. not long before. the pressing on of many footsteps in the outskirts of the crowd.

that my name is made illustrious there by the light of his. useful. weeping for me on the anniversary of this day. and I know that each was not more honoured and held sacred in the other’s soul. in that England which I shall see no more. I see her. generations hence. but otherwise restored. and passing tranquilly to his reward. so long their friend. and at peace. ‘I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my name. and in the hearts of their descendants. with a forehead that I know and golden hair. their course done. an old woman. I see her and her husband. peaceful. I see her father. I see the blots I threw upon it. prosperous and happy. lying side by side in their last earthly bed. than I was in the souls of both. fore-most of just judges and honoured men. bringing a boy of my name. I see Her with a child upon her bosom. and faithful to all men in his healing office. in ten years’ time enriching them with all he has. who bears my name. I see the good old man. a man winning his way up in that path of life which once was mine. I see him. to this place— then fair to look upon. aged and bent. I see him winning it so well. faded away. with not a trace of this 668 of 670 .A Tale of Two Cities ‘I see the lives for which I lay down my life. ‘I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts.

A Tale of Two Cities day’s disfigurement —and I hear him tell the child my story. than I have ever done.’ 669 of 670 . far better thing that I do. far better rest that I go to than I have ever known. ‘It is a far. with a tender and a faltering voice. it is a far.

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