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1"They exchanged looks, but bent their heads to me as I bent mine to them, and we parted without another word on either
2side. **** "I am weary, weary, weary--worn down by misery. I cannot read what I have written with this gaunt hand.
3"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
4first, I had anxiously considered what I ought to do. I decided, that day, to write privately to the Minister, stating
5the nature of the two cases to which I had been summoned, and the place to which I had gone: in effect, stating all the
6circumstances. I knew what Court influence was, and what the immunities of the Nobles were, and I expected that the
7matter would never be heard of; but, I wished to relieve my own mind. I had kept the matter a profound secret, even from
8my wife; and this, too, I resolved to state in my letter. I had no apprehension whatever of my real danger; but I was
9conscious that there might be danger for others, if others were compromised by possessing the knowledge that I
10possessed. "I was much engaged that day, and could not complete my letter that night. I rose long before my usual time
11next morning to finish it. It was the last day of the year. The letter was lying before me just completed, when I was
12told that a lady waited, who wished to see me. **** "I am growing more and more unequal to the task I have set myself.
13It is so cold, so dark, my senses are so benumbed, and the gloom upon me is so dreadful. "The lady was young, engaging,
14and handsome, but not marked for long life. She was in great agitation. She presented herself to me as the wife of the
15Marquis St. Evrémonde. I connected the title by which the boy had addressed the elder brother, with the initial letter
16embroidered on the scarf, and had no difficulty in arriving at the conclusion that I had seen that nobleman very lately.
17"My memory is still accurate, but I cannot write the words of our conversation. I suspect that I am watched more closely
18than I was, and I know not at what times I may be watched. She had in part suspected, and in part discovered, the main
19facts of the cruel story, of her husband's share in it, and my being resorted to. She did not know that the girl was
20dead. Her hope had been, she said in great distress, to show her, in secret, a woman's sympathy. Her hope had been to
21avert the wrath of Heaven from a House that had long been hateful to the suffering many. "She had reasons for believing
22that there was a young sister living, and her greatest desire was, to help that sister. I could tell her nothing but
23that there was such a sister; beyond that, I knew nothing. Her inducement to come to me, relying on my confidence, had
24been the hope that I could tell her the name and place of abode. Whereas, to this wretched hour I am ignorant of both.
25**** "These scraps of paper fail me. One was taken from me, with a warning, yesterday. I must finish my record to-day.
26"She was a good, compassionate lady, and not happy in her marriage. How could she be! The brother distrusted and
27disliked her, and his influence was all opposed to her; she stood in dread of him, and in dread of her husband too. When
28I handed her down to the door, there was a child, a pretty boy from two to three years old, in her carriage. "'For his
29sake, Doctor,' she said, pointing to him in tears, 'I would do all I can to make what poor amends I can. He will never
30prosper in his inheritance otherwise. I have a presentiment that if no other innocent atonement is made for this, it
31will one day be required of him. What I have left to call my own--it is little beyond the worth of a few jewels--I will
32make it the first charge of his life to bestow, with the compassion and lamenting of his dead mother, on this injured
33family, if the sister can be discovered.' "She kissed the boy, and said, caressing him, 'It is for thine own dear sake.
34Thou wilt be faithful, little Charles?' The child answered her bravely, 'Yes!' I kissed her hand, and she took him in
35her arms, and went away caressing him. I never saw her more. "As she had mentioned her husband's name in the faith that
36I knew it, I added no mention of it to my letter. I sealed my letter, and, not trusting it out of my own hands,
37delivered it myself that day. "That night, the last night of the year, towards nine o'clock, a man in a black dress rang
38at my gate, demanded to see me, and softly followed my servant, Ernest Defarge, a youth, up-stairs. When my servant came
39into the room where I sat with my wife--O my wife, beloved of my heart! My fair young English wife!--we saw the man, who
40was supposed to be at the gate, standing silent behind him. "An urgent case in the Rue St. Honore, he said. It would not
41detain me, he had a coach in waiting. "It brought me here, it brought me to my grave. When I was clear of the house, a
42black muffler was drawn tightly over my mouth from behind, and my arms were pinioned. The two brothers crossed the road
43from a dark corner, and identified me with a single gesture. The Marquis took from his pocket the letter I had written,
44showed it me, burnt it in the light of a lantern that was held, and extinguished the ashes with his foot. Not a word was
45spoken. I was brought here, I was brought to my living grave. "If it had pleased God to put it in the hard heart of
46either of the brothers, in all these frightful years, to grant me any tidings of my dearest wife--so much as to let me
47know by a word whether alive or dead--I might have thought that He had not quite abandoned them. But, now I believe that
48the mark of the red cross is fatal to them, and that they have no part in His mercies. And them and their descendants,
49to the last of their race, I, Alexandre Manette, unhappy prisoner, do this last night of the year 1767, in my unbearable
50agony, denounce to the times when all these things shall be answered for. I denounce them to Heaven and to earth." A
51terrible sound arose when the reading of this document was done. A sound of craving and eagerness that had nothing
52articulate in it but blood. The narrative called up the most revengeful passions of the time, and there was not a head
53in the nation but must have dropped before it. Little need, in presence of that tribunal and that auditory, to show how
54the Defarges had not made the paper public, with the other captured Bastille memorials borne in procession, and had kept
55it, biding their time. Little need to show that this detested family name had long been anathematised by Saint Antoine,
56and was wrought into the fatal register. The man never trod ground whose virtues and services would have sustained him
57in that place that day, against such denunciation. And all the worse for the doomed man, that the denouncer was a
58well-known citizen, his own attached friend, the father of his wife. One of the frenzied aspirations of the populace
59was, for imitations of the questionable public virtues of antiquity, and for sacrifices and self-immolations on the
60people's altar. Therefore when the President said (else had his own head quivered on his shoulders), that the good
61physician of the Republic would deserve better still of the Republic by rooting out an obnoxious family of Aristocrats,
62and would doubtless feel a sacred glow and joy in making his daughter a widow and her child an orphan, there was wild
63excitement, patriotic fervour, not a touch of human sympathy. "Much influence around him, has that Doctor?" murmured
64Madame Defarge, smiling to The Vengeance. "Save him now, my Doctor, save him!" At every juryman's vote, there was a
65roar. Another and another. Roar and roar. Unanimously voted. At heart and by descent an Aristocrat, an enemy of the
66Republic, a notorious oppressor of the People. Back to the Conciergerie, and Death within four-and-twenty hours!
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