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1He had sunk in her arms, and his face dropped on her breast: a sight so touching, yet so terrible in the tremendous
2wrong and suffering which had gone before it, that the two beholders covered their faces. When the quiet of the garret
3had been long undisturbed, and his heaving breast and shaken form had long yielded to the calm that must follow all
4storms--emblem to humanity, of the rest and silence into which the storm called Life must hush at last--they came
5forward to raise the father and daughter from the ground. He had gradually dropped to the floor, and lay there in a
6lethargy, worn out. She had nestled down with him, that his head might lie upon her arm; and her hair drooping over him
7curtained him from the light. "If, without disturbing him," she said, raising her hand to Mr. Lorry as he stooped over
8them, after repeated blowings of his nose, "all could be arranged for our leaving Paris at once, so that, from the very
9door, he could be taken away--" "But, consider. Is he fit for the journey?" asked Mr. Lorry. "More fit for that, I
10think, than to remain in this city, so dreadful to him." "It is true," said Defarge, who was kneeling to look on and
11hear. "More than that; Monsieur Manette is, for all reasons, best out of France. Say, shall I hire a carriage and
12post-horses?" "That's business," said Mr. Lorry, resuming on the shortest notice his methodical manners; "and if
13business is to be done, I had better do it." "Then be so kind," urged Miss Manette, "as to leave us here. You see how
14composed he has become, and you cannot be afraid to leave him with me now. Why should you be? If you will lock the door
15to secure us from interruption, I do not doubt that you will find him, when you come back, as quiet as you leave him. In
16any case, I will take care of him until you return, and then we will remove him straight." Both Mr. Lorry and Defarge
17were rather disinclined to this course, and in favour of one of them remaining. But, as there were not only carriage and
18horses to be seen to, but travelling papers; and as time pressed, for the day was drawing to an end, it came at last to
19their hastily dividing the business that was necessary to be done, and hurrying away to do it. Then, as the darkness
20closed in, the daughter laid her head down on the hard ground close at the father's side, and watched him. The darkness
21deepened and deepened, and they both lay quiet, until a light gleamed through the chinks in the wall. Mr. Lorry and
22Monsieur Defarge had made all ready for the journey, and had brought with them, besides travelling cloaks and wrappers,
23bread and meat, wine, and hot coffee. Monsieur Defarge put this provender, and the lamp he carried, on the shoemaker's
24bench (there was nothing else in the garret but a pallet bed), and he and Mr. Lorry roused the captive, and assisted him
25to his feet. No human intelligence could have read the mysteries of his mind, in the scared blank wonder of his face.
26Whether he knew what had happened, whether he recollected what they had said to him, whether he knew that he was free,
27were questions which no sagacity could have solved. They tried speaking to him; but, he was so confused, and so very
28slow to answer, that they took fright at his bewilderment, and agreed for the time to tamper with him no more. He had a
29wild, lost manner of occasionally clasping his head in his hands, that had not been seen in him before; yet, he had some
30pleasure in the mere sound of his daughter's voice, and invariably turned to it when she spoke. In the submissive way of
31one long accustomed to obey under coercion, he ate and drank what they gave him to eat and drink, and put on the cloak
32and other wrappings, that they gave him to wear. He readily responded to his daughter's drawing her arm through his, and
33took--and kept--her hand in both his own. They began to descend; Monsieur Defarge going first with the lamp, Mr. Lorry
34closing the little procession. They had not traversed many steps of the long main staircase when he stopped, and stared
35at the roof and round at the walls. "You remember the place, my father? You remember coming up here?" "What did you
36say?" But, before she could repeat the question, he murmured an answer as if she had repeated it. "Remember? No, I don't
37remember. It was so very long ago." That he had no recollection whatever of his having been brought from his prison to
38that house, was apparent to them. They heard him mutter, "One Hundred and Five, North Tower;" and when he looked about
39him, it evidently was for the strong fortress-walls which had long encompassed him. On their reaching the courtyard he
40instinctively altered his tread, as being in expectation of a drawbridge; and when there was no drawbridge, and he saw
41the carriage waiting in the open street, he dropped his daughter's hand and clasped his head again. No crowd was about
42the door; no people were discernible at any of the many windows; not even a chance passerby was in the street. An
43unnatural silence and desertion reigned there. Only one soul was to be seen, and that was Madame Defarge--who leaned
44against the door-post, knitting, and saw nothing. The prisoner had got into a coach, and his daughter had followed him,
45when Mr. Lorry's feet were arrested on the step by his asking, miserably, for his shoemaking tools and the unfinished
46shoes. Madame Defarge immediately called to her husband that she would get them, and went, knitting, out of the
47lamplight, through the courtyard. She quickly brought them down and handed them in;--and immediately afterwards leaned
48against the door-post, knitting, and saw nothing. Defarge got upon the box, and gave the word "To the Barrier!" The
49postilion cracked his whip, and they clattered away under the feeble over-swinging lamps. Under the over-swinging
50lamps--swinging ever brighter in the better streets, and ever dimmer in the worse--and by lighted shops, gay crowds,
51illuminated coffee-houses, and theatre-doors, to one of the city gates. Soldiers with lanterns, at the guard-house
52there. "Your papers, travellers!" "See here then, Monsieur the Officer," said Defarge, getting down, and taking him
53gravely apart, "these are the papers of monsieur inside, with the white head. They were consigned to me, with him, at
54the--" He dropped his voice, there was a flutter among the military lanterns, and one of them being handed into the
55coach by an arm in uniform, the eyes connected with the arm looked, not an every day or an every night look, at monsieur
56with the white head. "It is well. Forward!" from the uniform. "Adieu!" from Defarge. And so, under a short grove of
57feebler and feebler over-swinging lamps, out under the great grove of stars. Beneath that arch of unmoved and eternal
58lights; some, so remote from this little earth that the learned tell us it is doubtful whether their rays have even yet
59discovered it, as a point in space where anything is suffered or done: the shadows of the night were broad and black.
60All through the cold and restless interval, until dawn, they once more whispered in the ears of Mr. Jarvis
61Lorry--sitting opposite the buried man who had been dug out, and wondering what subtle powers were for ever lost to him,
62and what were capable of restoration--the old inquiry: "I hope you care to be recalled to life?" And the old answer: "I
63can't say." The end of the first book. Book the Second--the Golden Thread
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