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1"A bad look, you say, my dear Darnay? Yes, but we don't know what reason there is in it. People are so unreasonable!
2Some of us at Tellson's are getting old, and we really can't be troubled out of the ordinary course without due
3occasion." "Still," said Darnay, "you know how gloomy and threatening the sky is." "I know that, to be sure," assented
4Mr. Lorry, trying to persuade himself that his sweet temper was soured, and that he grumbled, "but I am determined to be
5peevish after my long day's botheration. Where is Manette?" "Here he is," said the Doctor, entering the dark room at the
6moment. "I am quite glad you are at home; for these hurries and forebodings by which I have been surrounded all day
7long, have made me nervous without reason. You are not going out, I hope?" "No; I am going to play backgammon with you,
8if you like," said the Doctor. "I don't think I do like, if I may speak my mind. I am not fit to be pitted against you
9to-night. Is the teaboard still there, Lucie? I can't see." "Of course, it has been kept for you." "Thank ye, my dear.
10The precious child is safe in bed?" "And sleeping soundly." "That's right; all safe and well! I don't know why anything
11should be otherwise than safe and well here, thank God; but I have been so put out all day, and I am not as young as I
12was! My tea, my dear! Thank ye. Now, come and take your place in the circle, and let us sit quiet, and hear the echoes
13about which you have your theory." "Not a theory; it was a fancy." "A fancy, then, my wise pet," said Mr. Lorry, patting
14her hand. "They are very numerous and very loud, though, are they not? Only hear them!" Headlong, mad, and dangerous
15footsteps to force their way into anybody's life, footsteps not easily made clean again if once stained red, the
16footsteps raging in Saint Antoine afar off, as the little circle sat in the dark London window. Saint Antoine had been,
17that morning, a vast dusky mass of scarecrows heaving to and fro, with frequent gleams of light above the billowy heads,
18where steel blades and bayonets shone in the sun. A tremendous roar arose from the throat of Saint Antoine, and a forest
19of naked arms struggled in the air like shrivelled branches of trees in a winter wind: all the fingers convulsively
20clutching at every weapon or semblance of a weapon that was thrown up from the depths below, no matter how far off. Who
21gave them out, whence they last came, where they began, through what agency they crookedly quivered and jerked, scores
22at a time, over the heads of the crowd, like a kind of lightning, no eye in the throng could have told; but, muskets
23were being distributed--so were cartridges, powder, and ball, bars of iron and wood, knives, axes, pikes, every weapon
24that distracted ingenuity could discover or devise. People who could lay hold of nothing else, set themselves with
25bleeding hands to force stones and bricks out of their places in walls. Every pulse and heart in Saint Antoine was on
26high-fever strain and at high-fever heat. Every living creature there held life as of no account, and was demented with
27a passionate readiness to sacrifice it. As a whirlpool of boiling waters has a centre point, so, all this raging circled
28round Defarge's wine-shop, and every human drop in the caldron had a tendency to be sucked towards the vortex where
29Defarge himself, already begrimed with gunpowder and sweat, issued orders, issued arms, thrust this man back, dragged
30this man forward, disarmed one to arm another, laboured and strove in the thickest of the uproar. "Keep near to me,
31Jacques Three," cried Defarge; "and do you, Jacques One and Two, separate and put yourselves at the head of as many of
32these patriots as you can. Where is my wife?" "Eh, well! Here you see me!" said madame, composed as ever, but not
33knitting to-day. Madame's resolute right hand was occupied with an axe, in place of the usual softer implements, and in
34her girdle were a pistol and a cruel knife. "Where do you go, my wife?" "I go," said madame, "with you at present. You
35shall see me at the head of women, by-and-bye." "Come, then!" cried Defarge, in a resounding voice. "Patriots and
36friends, we are ready! The Bastille!" With a roar that sounded as if all the breath in France had been shaped into the
37detested word, the living sea rose, wave on wave, depth on depth, and overflowed the city to that point. Alarm-bells
38ringing, drums beating, the sea raging and thundering on its new beach, the attack began. Deep ditches, double
39drawbridge, massive stone walls, eight great towers, cannon, muskets, fire and smoke. Through the fire and through the
40smoke--in the fire and in the smoke, for the sea cast him up against a cannon, and on the instant he became a
41cannonier--Defarge of the wine-shop worked like a manful soldier, Two fierce hours. Deep ditch, single drawbridge,
42massive stone walls, eight great towers, cannon, muskets, fire and smoke. One drawbridge down! "Work, comrades all,
43work! Work, Jacques One, Jacques Two, Jacques One Thousand, Jacques Two Thousand, Jacques Five-and-Twenty Thousand; in
44the name of all the Angels or the Devils--which you prefer--work!" Thus Defarge of the wine-shop, still at his gun,
45which had long grown hot. "To me, women!" cried madame his wife. "What! We can kill as well as the men when the place is
46taken!" And to her, with a shrill thirsty cry, trooping women variously armed, but all armed alike in hunger and
47revenge. Cannon, muskets, fire and smoke; but, still the deep ditch, the single drawbridge, the massive stone walls, and
48the eight great towers. Slight displacements of the raging sea, made by the falling wounded. Flashing weapons, blazing
49torches, smoking waggonloads of wet straw, hard work at neighbouring barricades in all directions, shrieks, volleys,
50execrations, bravery without stint, boom smash and rattle, and the furious sounding of the living sea; but, still the
51deep ditch, and the single drawbridge, and the massive stone walls, and the eight great towers, and still Defarge of the
52wine-shop at his gun, grown doubly hot by the service of Four fierce hours. A white flag from within the fortress, and a
53parley--this dimly perceptible through the raging storm, nothing audible in it--suddenly the sea rose immeasurably wider
54and higher, and swept Defarge of the wine-shop over the lowered drawbridge, past the massive stone outer walls, in among
55the eight great towers surrendered! So resistless was the force of the ocean bearing him on, that even to draw his
56breath or turn his head was as impracticable as if he had been struggling in the surf at the South Sea, until he was
57landed in the outer courtyard of the Bastille. There, against an angle of a wall, he made a struggle to look about him.
58Jacques Three was nearly at his side; Madame Defarge, still heading some of her women, was visible in the inner
59distance, and her knife was in her hand. Everywhere was tumult, exultation, deafening and maniacal bewilderment,
60astounding noise, yet furious dumb-show. "The Prisoners!" "The Records!" "The secret cells!" "The instruments of
61torture!" "The Prisoners!" Of all these cries, and ten thousand incoherences, "The Prisoners!" was the cry most taken up
62by the sea that rushed in, as if there were an eternity of people, as well as of time and space. When the foremost
63billows rolled past, bearing the prison officers with them, and threatening them all with instant death if any secret
64nook remained undisclosed, Defarge laid his strong hand on the breast of one of these men--a man with a grey head, who
65had a lighted torch in his hand--separated him from the rest, and got him between himself and the wall. "Show me the
66North Tower!" said Defarge. "Quick!" "I will faithfully," replied the man, "if you will come with me. But there is no
67one there." "What is the meaning of One Hundred and Five, North Tower?" asked Defarge. "Quick!" "The meaning, monsieur?"
68"Does it mean a captive, or a place of captivity? Or do you mean that I shall strike you dead?" "Kill him!" croaked
69Jacques Three, who had come close up. "Monsieur, it is a cell." "Show it me!" "Pass this way, then."
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