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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.’
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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
‘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

if it wos so. plentiful enough fur to bring the price down to porterage and hardly that. and wot with sextons. too. wiping his forehead with his arm. sir. a man wouldn’t get much by it.’ returned Mr. Mr. nevertheless. their toppings goes in favour of more patients. in the way of Subjects without heads. if such should be your wishes. wot with undertakers. sets that there boy of mine. Lorry. entreatin’ of . For you cannot sarse the goose and not the gander. generalA Tale of Two Cities 546 of 670 light-job you. sir). and how can you rightly have one without t’other? Then. And wot little a man did get. Cruncher. If it wos so. and take care of his mother. if they flop. And here’s Mrs. even if it wos so. sir. And these here would be mine. he’d want all along to be out of the line. ‘even if it wos so. which I don’t say it is—‘ ‘Don’t prevaricate. I will NOT. dear me. sir. Cruncher. ‘No. Lorry.’ said Mr. sir—and let that father go into the line of the reg’lar diggin’. message you. without havin’ his serious thoughts of things. let that there boy keep his father’s place. would be this. and would be tomorrow. if cause given. till your heels is where your head is. would never prosper with him. ‘I am shocked at the sight of you. and wot with parish clerks. brought up and growed up to be a man. and wot with private watchmen (all awaricious and all in it). and make amends for what he would have undug—if it wos so-by diggin’ of ‘em in with a will.imposing. at that there Bar. Lorry. Cruncher. could see his way out. Upon that there stool. Lorry.’ ‘Now. A man don’t see all this here a goin’ on dreadful round him. He’d never have no good of it. if he.’ ‘Ugh!’ cried Mr. and with conwictions respectin’ the futur’ keepin’ of ‘em safe. 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. rather relenting. what I would humbly offer to you. sir. being once in— even if it wos so. which I still don’t say it is (for I will not prewaricate to you.’ said Mr. or A Tale of Two Cities 545 of 670 leastways wos in the Old England times. as an announcement that he had arrived at the peroration of his discourse. Mr. wot will errand you.’ pursued 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. don’t blow upon that boy’s father—do not do it. on Tellson’s. ‘is wot I would respectfully offer to you. That.

as he himself said. said Mr. ‘if it should go ill before the Tribunal. Barsad.’ ‘That at least is true. and his tears fell. overborne with anxiety of late. You are free from that misfortune. And I could not respect your sorrow more. and sit by. I could not see my father weep.’ Mr. Lorry’s countenance fell. however. ‘Don’t tell Her of this interview.’ said Carton. gradually weakened them. Mr. his sympathy with his darling.’ said the former. Lorry’s eyes gradually sought the fire. ‘It is all I could do. Mr. once. careless. Lorry.’ said Mr. if you deserve it. I want no more words. or this arrangement. he was an old man now. ‘Forgive me if I notice that you are affected. I up and said in the good cause when I might have kep’ it back. When they were alone. There is no help for it. in an altered voice. that Mr. Cruncher knuckled his forehead. and. I have ensured access to him. It would not enable Her to go to see him.’ said Carton. He gave him his hand.’ A Tale of Two Cities 547 of 670 Mr. and repent in action—not in words. Lorry. ‘Say no more now. Lorry. who had never seen the better side of him.’ Though he said the last words. and the heavy disappointment of his second arrest. ‘To propose too much.’ said Carton. will not save him. over against Mr. with a slip into his usual manner. you have nothing to fear from me.’ fur to bear in mind that wot I said just now. was wholly unprepared for. ‘Adieu. If it should go ill with the prisoner. and Carton gently pressed it.’ ‘I never said it would. Lorry asked him what he had done? ‘Not much. A Tale of Two Cities 548 of 670 ‘You are a good man and a true friend. ‘our arrangement thus made.’ ‘But access to him.’ He sat down in a chair on the hearth. Lorry. It may be that I shall yet stand your friend. It was obviously the weakness of the position. ‘To return to poor Darnay. there was a true feeling and respect both in his tone and in his touch. nothing worse could happen to him if he were denounced. as Sydney Carton and the spy returned from the dark room. She might think it was . would be to put this man’s head under the axe. if you were my father.

and then . his boot was still upon the hot embers of the flaming log. I can put my hand out. He wore the white riding-coat and top-boots. but very beautiful. without A Tale of Two Cities 549 of 670 that. I had better not see her. Taking note of the wasted air which clouded the naturally handsome features. to convey to him the means of anticipating the sentence. His indifference to fire was sufficiently remarkable to elicit a word of remonstrance from Mr. ‘I forgot it. he was strongly reminded of that expression.’ ‘I am glad of that.’ ‘Ah!’ It was a long.’ ‘I am going now. Lorry had not thought of that. grieving sound. or a shade (the old gentleman could not have said which). A light. which was tumbling forward. How does she look?’ ‘Anxious and unhappy. ‘and any of them would only add to her trouble. directly. hanging loose about him. ‘And your duties here have drawn to an end. A Tale of Two Cities 550 of 670 Mr. which was turned to the fire. Lorry. It seemed to be. I hoped to have left them in perfect safety. You are going to her. and he lifted his foot to put back one of the little flaming logs. and he looked quickly at Carton to see if it were in his mind. then in vogue. and having the expression of prisoners’ faces fresh in his mind. he returned the look. As I said to you when I first came. Lorry’s eyes were again attracted to his face. turning to him. Lorry’s eyes to Carton’s face. to do any little helpful work for her that my hand can find to do. when it had broken under the weight of his foot. in case of the worse. and the light of the fire touching their light surfaces made him look very pale. with his long brown hair. I hope? She must be very desolate to-night. ‘She might think a thousand things. all untrimmed. She has such a strong attachment to you and reliance on you.’ Carton said. Don’t speak of me to her. I have at length done all that I can do here. It attracted Mr. passed from it as swiftly as a change will sweep over a hill-side on a wild bright day. like a sigh—almost like a sob. and evidently understood it. ‘Yes. sir?’ said Carton.contrived.’ he said. As I was telling you last night when Lucie came in so unexpectedly.’ Mr.

surely. I travel in the A Tale of Two Cities 552 of 670 circle.’ Sydney turned his eyes again upon the fire. I may say that I was a man of business when a boy. would they not?’ ‘You say truly. no. and by many associations of the days when what we call the World was not so real with me. with truth. ever since I have been a man. at this time of my life. I think they would be. the gratitude or respect. of my pretty young mother (and I so old!). Mr. and looked up to?’ ‘I have been a man of business. to your own solitary heart. wistfully. I was ready to go.’ answered Mr. as I draw closer and closer to the end.’ ‘How can you say that? Wouldn’t She weep for you? Wouldn’t her child?’ ‘Yes. thank God. by many remembrances that had long fallen asleep. I have won myself a tender place in no regard. ‘I have secured to myself the love and attachment. How many people will miss you when you leave it empty!’ A Tale of Two Cities 551 of 670 ‘A solitary old bachelor. trusted. and my faults . steadily and constantly occupied. Lorry answered: ‘Twenty years back.’ ‘It IS a thing to thank God for. shaking his head. I have my Leave to Pass. I have done nothing good or serviceable to be remembered by!’ your seventy-eight years would be seventy-eight heavy curses.’ ‘You have been useful all your life. yes. My heart is touched now. ‘I am in my seventy-eighth year. yes. is it not?’ ‘Surely. ‘Yours is a long life to look back upon. ‘There is nobody to weep for have quitted Paris.’ ‘See what a place you fill at seventy-eight. after a silence of a few moments. indeed. sir?’ said Carton. of no human creature. and. seem days of very long ago?’ Responding to his softened manner. Mr. For. to-night. I didn’t quite mean what I said. respected.’ They were both silent. It seems to be one of the kind smoothings and preparings of the way. said: ‘I should like to ask you:—Does your childhood seem far off? Do the days when you sat at your mother’s knee. nearer and nearer to the beginning.’ ‘If you could say. Carton. Lorry.

must have trod on these stones often. where she had stood hundreds of times.’ ‘Yes. Take my arm. looking about him. having closed his shop. ‘Good night. pausing in going by. A few minutes brought them to Mr. Not ill. What a barber! You have seen him at work?’ ‘Never. citizen. Such a Barber!’ ‘Do you often go to see him—‘ ‘Shave? Always. citizen. Lorry’s destination. and touched it. Samson and his men complain sometimes. ha. I am sure. the man eyed him inquisitively. ‘I am not old. sir.’ It was ten o’clock at night when he stood before the prison of La Force.’ Carton terminated the conversation here.’ said Mr. for. that Samson. A little wood-sawyer. but lingered at a little distance. My Spy will find a place for me. ‘She came out here. ‘turned this way. Sixty-three to-day. by rising to help him on with his outer coat. He had heard of her going to the prison every day. ‘Good night. don’t be uneasy. You go to the Court to-morrow?’ ‘Yes. and turned back to the gate again when it was shut. ha! He is so droll. Lorry did so.’ ‘And of me.’ ‘I understand the feeling!’ exclaimed Carton. ‘And you are the better for it?’ ‘I hope so. reverting to the theme. ‘Are you going out?’ ‘I’ll walk with you to her gate.were not confirmed in me. Ha. If I should prowl about the streets a long time.’ he said. Let me follow in her steps. ‘you are young.’ said Sydney Carton. but my young way was never the way to age. Enough of me.’ said Carton. was smoking his pipe at his shop-door. Carton left him there.’ A Tale of Two Cities 554 of 670 ‘Go and see him when he has a good batch.’ ‘I shall be there. and they went down-stairs and out in the streets. unhappily. Every day. ‘But you. but only as one of the crowd. You know my vagabond and restless habits.’ ‘How goes the Republic?’ ‘You mean the Guillotine.’ A Tale of Two Cities 553 of 670 Mr. of being exhausted.’ said Mr. with a bright flush. Lorry. We shall mount to a hundred soon. Figure this . I shall reappear in the morning. Lorry.

Carton was so sensible of a rising desire to strike the life out of him.’ said the wood-sawyer. pausing again.’ said Carton. a perfect Frenchman! Good night.’ the little man persisted. ‘There is nothing more to do. counted out the money for them. in less than two pipes! Less than two pipes. uphill thoroughfare. A small.’ It was not a reckless manner. he shaved the sixty-three to-day. by a small. he laid the scrap of paper before him.’ ‘Good night. kept in a tortuous. ‘But you are not English. Giving this citizen. for the best public thoroughfares remained uncleansed in those times of terror—he stopped at a A Tale of Two Cities 555 of 670 chemist’s shop. nor was it more expressive of negligence than defiance. glancing upward at the moon. and answering over his shoulder. in the breast of his inner coat. as he confronted him at his counter. crooked man. the manner in which he said these words aloud under the fast-sailing clouds. good night.’ ‘Aha.’ Certain small packets were made and given to him. citizen. ‘You speak like a Frenchman. He put them. ‘though you wear English dress?’ ‘Yes. ‘And take a pipe with you!’ Sydney had not gone far out of sight.’ ‘You will be careful to keep them separate. and wrote with his pencil on a scrap of paper. and deliberately left the shop. dim. traversing with the decided step of one who remembered the way well. citizen? You know the consequences of mixing them?’ ‘Perfectly. calling after him. Then. ‘Whew!’ the chemist whistled softly. as he read it.’ ‘But go and see that droll yourself. Word of honour!’ As the grinning little man held out the pipe he was smoking. when he stopped in the middle of the street under a glimmering lamp. ‘Hi! hi! hi!’ Sydney Carton took no heed. dim. who had wandered and .’ said he. Englishman. ‘until to-morrow. citizen. too. which the owner was closing with his own hands. that he turned away. crooked shop. to explain how he timed the executioner. I can’t sleep. citizen?’ ‘For me. several dark and dirty streets—much dirtier than usual. and the chemist said: ‘For you. It was the settled manner of a tired man. one by one.’ ‘I am an old student here.

alone at night. with the moon and the clouds sailing on high above him. ‘I am the resurrection and the life. when he had been famous among his earliest competitors as a youth of great promise. plunderers. With a solemn interest in the lighted windows where the people were going to rest. which had been read at his father’s grave. he had followed his father to the grave. Few coaches were abroad. that no sorrowful story of a haunting Spirit ever arose among the people out of all the working of the Guillotine. yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me. for riders in coaches were liable to be suspected. for the popular revulsion had even travelled that length of selfdestruction from years of priestly impostors. and edit PDF. but who at length struck into his road and saw its end. among the heavy shadows. eBook brought to you by Create. He did not seek it. but repeated them and went on. looking for a way across the street through the . the theatres were all well filled. the chain of association that brought the words home. in the distant burial-places. like a rusty old ship’s anchor from the deep. in the towers of the churches. arose in his mind as he went down the dark streets. though he were dead. A Tale of Two Cities 557 of 670 and profligates. with natural sorrow rising in him for the sixty-three who had been that day put to death.struggled and got lost. Download the free trial version. where no prayers were said. forgetful through a few calm hours of the horrors surrounding them. shall never die. and gentility hid its head in red nightcaps. and still of tomorrow’s and to-morrow’s. there was a little girl with a mother. These solemn words. reserved. His mother had died. A Tale of Two Cities 556 of 670 Long ago. in the abounding gaols. saith the Lord: he that believeth in me. might have been easily found.’ In a city dominated by the axe. Sydney Carton crossed the Seine again for the lighter streets. for Eternal Sleep. and put on heavy shoes. and went chatting home. with a solemn interest in the whole life and death of the city settling down to its short nightly pause in fury. and the people poured cheerfully out as he passed. and trudged. At one of the theatre doors. and for to-morrow’s victims then awaiting their doom in the prisons. years before. view. and in the streets along which the sixties rolled to a death which had become so common and material. as they wrote upon the gates. But.

He carried the child over. and in the light and warmth of the sun fell asleep on the bank. as he stood upon the bridge listening to the water as it splashed the river-walls of the Island of Paris. with reverently shaded eyes. and certain. where the picturesque confusion of houses and cathedral shone bright in the light of the moon. ended in the words. Perfectly calm and steady. so swift. straight and warm to his heart in its long bright rays. . and for a little while it seemed as if Creation were delivered over to Death’s dominion. until the stream absorbed it. Lorry was already out when he got back. shall never die. ‘I am the resurrection and the life. the prayer that had broken up out of his heart for a merciful consideration of all his poor blindnesses and errors.’ A Tale of Two Cities 558 of 670 Now. the timid arm was loosed from his neck asked her for a kiss. a bridge of light appeared to span the air between him and the sun. and were in the air. and. the night. He walked by the stream. with a sail of the softened colour of a dead leaf. seemed to strike those words. having washed and changed to refresh himself. the words were in the echoes of his feet. the glorious sun. Then. that the streets were quiet. But. he heard them always. with the moon and the stars. while the river sparkled under it. watching an eddy that turned and turned A Tale of Two Cities 559 of 670 purposeless. floated by him. he sometimes repeated them to himself as he walked. and the night wore on. ate some bread. yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me. and before.—‘Like me. he lingered there yet a little longer.’ A trading-boat. was like a congenial friend. The night wore out. so deep. though he were dead. When he awoke and was afoot again.mud. that burden of the night. went out to the place of trial. then glided into his view. but. and. and died away. the day came coldly. Sydney Carton drank nothing but a little coffee. rising. ‘I am the resurrection and the life. far from the houses. in the morning stillness. saith the Lord: he that believeth in me. The strong tide. As its silent track in the water disappeared. looking like a dead face out of the sky. And looking along them. turned pale and died.’ Mr. and carried it on to the sea. and it was easy to surmise where the good old man was gone.

bloody-minded juryman. murderous business-meaning there. No favourable leaning in that quarter to-day. called Darnay. Released yesterday. she turned a look upon him. called Darnay. forms. as a jury of dogs empannelled to try the deer. A lifethirsting. Reaccused and retaken yesterday.The court was all astir and a-buzz. Lorry was there. Every eye then sought some other eye in the crowd. the Jacques Three of St. and heads nodded A Tale of Two Cities 561 of 670 at one another. Eager and prominent among them. there was little or no order of procedure. sitting beside her father. A fell. one man with a craving face. and to-morrow and the day after. one of a family of tyrants. Every eye was turned to the jury. The same determined patriots and good republicans as yesterday and the day before. Indictment delivered to him last night. it would have been seen to be the same influence exactly. and animated his heart. before bending forward with a strained attention. brightened his glance. Charles Evremonde. Before that unjust Tribunal. and gleamed at it approvingly. if all laws. yet so courageous for his sake. There could have been no such Revolution. in right of such . so sustaining. and Doctor Manette was there. and his fingers perpetually hovering about his lips. Charles Evremonde. uncompromising. that it called the healthy blood into his face. Every eye then turned to the five judges and the public prosecutor. on A Tale of Two Cities 560 of 670 Sydney Carton. so full of admiring love and pitying tenderness. one of a race proscribed. and ceremonies. whose appearance gave great satisfaction to the spectators. had not first been so monstrously abused. when the black sheep—whom many fell away from in dread—pressed him into an obscure corner among the crowd. When her husband was brought in. Aristocrat. Mr. If there had been any eyes to notice the influence of her look. Suspected and Denounced enemy of the Republic. cannibal-looking. She was there. Antoine. The whole jury. ensuring to any accused person any reasonable hearing. for that they had used their abolished privileges to the infamous oppression of the people. that the suicidal vengeance of the Revolution was to scatter them all to the winds. so encouraging.

his daughter drew closer to him.proscription. Antoine.’ ‘By whom?’ ‘Three voices. Ernest Defarge. and rapidly expounded the story of the imprisonment. was the Accused openly denounced or secretly? ‘Openly. and of the release. be tranquil. My daughter. and in the midst of it. be silent!’ Frantic acclamations were again raised.’ ‘Alexandre Manette. President. physician. absolutely Dead in Law. nothing can be so dear to a good citizen as the Republic. for the . ‘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. This short examination followed. Doctor Manette was seen. and of his having been a mere boy in the Doctor’s service. wine-vendor of St. are far dearer to me than my life. in as few or fewer words. As to what is dearer to you than life. Who and where is the false conspirator who says that I denounce the husband of my child!’ ‘Citizen Manette. Doctor Manette sat down. and those dear to her.’ ‘Good. The craving man on the jury rubbed his hands together. To this effect. you would have no duty but to sacrifice her. standing where he had been seated. and his lips trembling. the Public Prosecutor. his wife. with his eyes looking around.’ ‘Good. and with warmth resumed. The President asked. In the meanwhile. A Tale of Two Cities 563 of 670 Defarge was produced. and of the state of the prisoner when released and delivered to him.’ ‘Therese Defarge. I indignantly protest to you that this is a forgery and a fraud. Listen to what is to follow. The President rang his bell. when the court was quiet enough to admit of his being heard. To fail in submission to the authority of the Tribunal would be to put yourself out of Law. You know the accused to be the husband of my daughter.’ A Tale of Two Cities 562 of 670 A great uproar took place in the court. pale and trembling. ‘President.

This is the writing of Doctor Manette. The President rang his bell. In a hole in the chimney. As I serve my gun that day. with a fellow-citizen who is one of the Jury. I confide this paper. in the writing of Doctor Manette. Why not say so? You were a cannoneer that day there. warming with encouragement. I have made it my business to examine some specimens of the writing of Doctor Manette. ‘Inform the Tribunal of what you did that day within the Bastille. very closely. ‘I knew that this prisoner. I examine it. It falls. North Tower. . who saw none of them—the paper was read. I find a written paper. I speak the truth!’ It was The Vengeance who. looking steadily up at him. and you were among the first to enter the accursed fortress when it fell. The Vengeance. to examine that cell. Doctor Manette keeping his eyes fixed on the reader.’ ‘Let it be read. I resolve. and all the other eyes there A Tale of Two Cities 565 of 670 intent upon the Doctor. Patriots. had been confined in a cell known as One Hundred and Five. Madame Defarge never taking hers from the prisoner. I knew it from himself.’ A Tale of Two Cities 564 of 670 ‘I knew. thus assisted the proceedings. as follows. amidst the warm commendations of the audience. This is that written paper. ‘I defy that bell!’ wherein she was likewise much commended. of whom I speak. his wife only looking from him to look with solicitude at her father.’ In a dead silence and stillness—the prisoner under trial looking lovingly at his wife. to the hands of the President. I mount to the cell. where a stone has been worked out and replaced. an excited woman screeched from the crowd: ‘You were one of the best patriots there. who stood at the bottom of the steps on which he was raised. Defarge never taking his from his feasting wife.’ said Defarge. citizen?’ ‘I believe so.’ Here. looking down at his wife. when the place shall fall. ‘You did good service at the taking of the Bastille. directed by a gaoler. North Tower. citizen. shrieked. He knew himself by no other name than One Hundred and Five.court was quick with its work. when he made shoes under my care. but.