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1Darkness Sydney Carton paused in the street, not quite decided where to go. "At Tellson's banking-house at nine," he
2said, with a musing face. "Shall I do well, in the mean time, to show myself? I think so. It is best that these people
3should know there is such a man as I here; it is a sound precaution, and may be a necessary preparation. But care, care,
4care! Let me think it out!" Checking his steps which had begun to tend towards an object, he took a turn or two in the
5already darkening street, and traced the thought in his mind to its possible consequences. His first impression was
6confirmed. "It is best," he said, finally resolved, "that these people should know there is such a man as I here." And
7he turned his face towards Saint Antoine. Defarge had described himself, that day, as the keeper of a wine-shop in the
8Saint Antoine suburb. It was not difficult for one who knew the city well, to find his house without asking any
9question. Having ascertained its situation, Carton came out of those closer streets again, and dined at a place of
10refreshment and fell sound asleep after dinner. For the first time in many years, he had no strong drink. Since last
11night he had taken nothing but a little light thin wine, and last night he had dropped the brandy slowly down on Mr.
12Lorry's hearth like a man who had done with it. It was as late as seven o'clock when he awoke refreshed, and went out
13into the streets again. As he passed along towards Saint Antoine, he stopped at a shop-window where there was a mirror,
14and slightly altered the disordered arrangement of his loose cravat, and his coat-collar, and his wild hair. This done,
15he went on direct to Defarge's, and went in. There happened to be no customer in the shop but Jacques Three, of the
16restless fingers and the croaking voice. This man, whom he had seen upon the Jury, stood drinking at the little counter,
17in conversation with the Defarges, man and wife. The Vengeance assisted in the conversation, like a regular member of
18the establishment. As Carton walked in, took his seat and asked (in very indifferent French) for a small measure of
19wine, Madame Defarge cast a careless glance at him, and then a keener, and then a keener, and then advanced to him
20herself, and asked him what it was he had ordered. He repeated what he had already said. "English?" asked Madame
21Defarge, inquisitively raising her dark eyebrows. After looking at her, as if the sound of even a single French word
22were slow to express itself to him, he answered, in his former strong foreign accent. "Yes, madame, yes. I am English!"
23Madame Defarge returned to her counter to get the wine, and, as he took up a Jacobin journal and feigned to pore over it
24puzzling out its meaning, he heard her say, "I swear to you, like Evrémonde!" Defarge brought him the wine, and gave him
25Good Evening. "How?" "Good evening." "Oh! Good evening, citizen," filling his glass. "Ah! and good wine. I drink to the
26Republic." Defarge went back to the counter, and said, "Certainly, a little like." Madame sternly retorted, "I tell you
27a good deal like." Jacques Three pacifically remarked, "He is so much in your mind, see you, madame." The amiable
28Vengeance added, with a laugh, "Yes, my faith! And you are looking forward with so much pleasure to seeing him once more
29to-morrow!" Carton followed the lines and words of his paper, with a slow forefinger, and with a studious and absorbed
30face. They were all leaning their arms on the counter close together, speaking low. After a silence of a few moments,
31during which they all looked towards him without disturbing his outward attention from the Jacobin editor, they resumed
32their conversation. "It is true what madame says," observed Jacques Three. "Why stop? There is great force in that. Why
33stop?" "Well, well," reasoned Defarge, "but one must stop somewhere. After all, the question is still where?" "At
34extermination," said madame. "Magnificent!" croaked Jacques Three. The Vengeance, also, highly approved. "Extermination
35is good doctrine, my wife," said Defarge, rather troubled; "in general, I say nothing against it. But this Doctor has
36suffered much; you have seen him to-day; you have observed his face when the paper was read." "I have observed his
37face!" repeated madame, contemptuously and angrily. "Yes. I have observed his face. I have observed his face to be not
38the face of a true friend of the Republic. Let him take care of his face!" "And you have observed, my wife," said
39Defarge, in a deprecatory manner, "the anguish of his daughter, which must be a dreadful anguish to him!" "I have
40observed his daughter," repeated madame; "yes, I have observed his daughter, more times than one. I have observed her
41to-day, and I have observed her other days. I have observed her in the court, and I have observed her in the street by
42the prison. Let me but lift my finger--!" She seemed to raise it (the listener's eyes were always on his paper), and to
43let it fall with a rattle on the ledge before her, as if the axe had dropped. "The citizeness is superb!" croaked the
44Juryman. "She is an Angel!" said The Vengeance, and embraced her. "As to thee," pursued madame, implacably, addressing
45her husband, "if it depended on thee--which, happily, it does not--thou wouldst rescue this man even now." "No!"
46protested Defarge. "Not if to lift this glass would do it! But I would leave the matter there. I say, stop there." "See
47you then, Jacques," said Madame Defarge, wrathfully; "and see you, too, my little Vengeance; see you both! Listen! For
48other crimes as tyrants and oppressors, I have this race a long time on my register, doomed to destruction and
49extermination. Ask my husband, is that so." "It is so," assented Defarge, without being asked. "In the beginning of the
50great days, when the Bastille falls, he finds this paper of to-day, and he brings it home, and in the middle of the
51night when this place is clear and shut, we read it, here on this spot, by the light of this lamp. Ask him, is that so."
52"It is so," assented Defarge. "That night, I tell him, when the paper is read through, and the lamp is burnt out, and
53the day is gleaming in above those shutters and between those iron bars, that I have now a secret to communicate. Ask
54him, is that so." "It is so," assented Defarge again. "I communicate to him that secret. I smite this bosom with these
55two hands as I smite it now, and I tell him, 'Defarge, I was brought up among the fishermen of the sea-shore, and that
56peasant family so injured by the two Evrémonde brothers, as that Bastille paper describes, is my family. Defarge, that
57sister of the mortally wounded boy upon the ground was my sister, that husband was my sister's husband, that unborn
58child was their child, that brother was my brother, that father was my father, those dead are my dead, and that summons
59to answer for those things descends to me!' Ask him, is that so." "It is so," assented Defarge once more. "Then tell
60Wind and Fire where to stop," returned madame; "but don't tell me." Both her hearers derived a horrible enjoyment from
61the deadly nature of her wrath--the listener could feel how white she was, without seeing her--and both highly commended
62it. Defarge, a weak minority, interposed a few words for the memory of the compassionate wife of the Marquis; but only
63elicited from his own wife a repetition of her last reply. "Tell the Wind and the Fire where to stop; not me!" Customers
64entered, and the group was broken up. The English customer paid for what he had had, perplexedly counted his change, and
65asked, as a stranger, to be directed towards the National Palace. Madame Defarge took him to the door, and put her arm
66on his, in pointing out the road. The English customer was not without his reflections then, that it might be a good
67deed to seize that arm, lift it, and strike under it sharp and deep.
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