a tale of two cities(双城记)-第56节
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rles Darnay that the king was in prison； and that the foreign ambassadors had one and all left Paris。 On the road （except at Beauvais） he had heard absolutely nothing。 The escort and the universal watchfulness had completely isolated him。
That he had fallen among far greater dangers than those which had developed themselves when he left England； he of course knew now。 That perils had thickened about him fast； and might thicken faster and faster yet； he of course knew now。 He could not but admit to himself that he might not have made this journey； if he could have foreseen the events of a few days。 And yet his misgivings were not so dark as； imagined by the light of this later time； they would appear。 Troubled as the future was； it was the unknown future； and in its obscurity there was ignorant hope。 The horrible massacre； days and nights long； which； within a few rounds of the clock； was to set a great mark of blood upon the blessed garnering time of harvest； was as far out of his knowledge as if it had been a hundred thousand years away。 The ‘sharp female newly…born； and called La Guillotine；' was hardly known to him； or to the generality of people； by name。 The frightful deeds that were to be soon done； were probably unimagined at that time in the brains of the doers。 How could they have a place in the shadowy conceptions of a gentle mind？
Of unjust treatment in detention and hardship； and in cruel separation from his wife and child； he foreshadowed the likelihood； or the certainty； but； beyond this； he dreaded nothing distinctly。 With this on his mind； which was enough to carry into a dreary prison court…yard； he arrived at the prison of La Force。
A man with a bloated face opened the strong wicket； to whom Defarge presented ‘The Emigrant Evrémonde。'
‘What the Devil！ How many more of them！' exclaimed the man with the bloated face。
Defarge took his receipt without noticing the exclamation； and withdrew； with his two fellow…patriots。
‘What the Devil； I say again！' exclaimed the gaoler； left with his wife。 ‘How many more！'
The gaoler's wife； being provided with no answer to the question； merely replied； ‘One must have patience； my dear！' Three turnkeys who entered responsive to a bell she rang；； echoed the sentiment and one added； ‘For the love of Liberty； which sounded in that place like an inappropriate conclusion。
The prison of La Force was a gloomy prison； dark and filthy； and with a horrible smell of foul sleep in it。 Extraordinary how soon the noisome flavour of imprisoned sleep； becomes manifest in all such places that are ill cared for！
‘In secret； too；' grumbled the gaoler； looking at the written paper。 ‘As if I was not already full to bursting！'
He stuck the paper on a file； in an ill…humour； and Charles Darnay awaited his further pleasure for half an hour： sometimes； pacing to and fro in the strong arched room： sometimes； resting on a stone seat： in either case detained to be imprinted on the memory of the chief and his subordinates。
‘Come！' said the chief； at length taking up his keys； ‘come with me； emigrant。'
Through the dismal prison twilight； his new charge accompanied him by corridor and staircase； many doors clanging and locking behind them； until they came into a large； low； vaulted chamber； crowded with prisoners of both sexes。 The women were seated at a long table； reading and writing； knitting； sewing； and embroidering； the men were for the most part standing behind their chairs； or lingering up and down the room。
In the instinctive association of prisoners with shameful crime and disgrace； the new comer recoiled from this company。 But the crowning unreality of his long unreal ride； was； their all at once rising to receive him； with every refinement of manner known to the time； and with all the engaging graces and courtesies of life。
So strangely clouded were these refinements by the prison manners and gloom； so spectral did they become in the inappropriate squalor and misery through which they were seen； that Charles Darnay seemed to stand in a company of the dead。 Ghosts all！ The ghost of beauty； the ghost of stateliness； the ghost of elegance； the ghost of pride； the ghost of frivolity； the ghost of wit； the ghost of youth； the ghost of age； all waiting their dismissal from the desolate shore； all turning on him eyes that were changed by the death they had died in coming there。
It struck him motionless。 The gaoler standing at his side； and the other gaolers moving about； who would have been well enough as to appearance in the ordinary exercise of their functions； looked so extravagantly coarse contrasted with sorrowing mothers and blooming daughters who were there with the apparitions of the coquette； the young beauty； and the mature woman delicately bredthat the inversion of all experience and likelihood which the scene of shadows presented； was heightened to its utmost。 Surely； ghosts all。 Surely； the long unreal ride some progress of disease that had brought him to these gloomy shades！
‘In the name of the assembled companions in misfortune；' said a gentleman of courtly appearance and address； coming forward； ‘I have the honour of giving you welcome to La Force； and of condoling with you on the calamity that has brought you among us。 May it soon terminate happily！ It would be an impertinence elsewhere； but it is not so here； to ask your name and condition？'
Charles Darnay roused himself； and gave the required information； in words as suitable as he could find。
‘But I hope；' said the gentleman； following the chief gaoler with his eyes； who moved across the room； ‘that you are not in secret？'
‘I do not understand the meaning of the term； but I have heard them say so。'
‘Ah； what a pity！ We so much regret it！ But take courage； several members of our society have been in secret； at first； and it has lasted but a short time。' Then he added； raising his voice； ‘I grieve to inform the societyin secret。
There was a murmur of commiseration as Charles Darnay crossed the room to a grated door where the gaoler awaited him； and many voicesamong which； the soft and compassionate voices of woman were conspicuousgave him good wishes and encouragement。 He turned at the grated door； to render the thanks of his heart； it closed under the gaoler's hand； and the apparitions vanished from his sight for ever。
The wicket opened on a stone staircase； leading upward。 When they had ascended forty steps （the prisoner of half an hour already counted them）； the gaoler opened a low black door； and they passed into a solitary cell。 It struck cold and damp； but was not dark。
‘Yours；' said the gaoler。
‘Why am I confined alone？'
‘How do I know！'
‘I can buy pen； ink； and paper？'
‘Such are not my orders。 You will be visited； and can ask then。 At present； you may buy your food； and nothing more。'
There were in the cell； a chair； a table； and a straw mattress。 As the gaoler made a general inspection of these objects； and of the four walls； before going out； a wandering fancy wandered through the mind of the prisoner leaning against the wall opposite to him； that this gaoler was so unwholesomely bloated； both in face and person； as to look like a man who had been drowned and filled with water。 When the gaoler was gone； he thought in the same wandering way； ‘Now am I left； as if I were dead。' Stopping then； to look down at the mattress； he turned from it with a sick feeling； and thought； ‘And here in these crawling creatures is the first condition of the body after death。'
‘Five paces by four and a half five paces by four and a half； five paces by four and a half。' The prisoner walked to and fro in his cell； counting its measurement； and the roar of the city arose like muffled drums with a wild swell of voices added to them。 ‘He made shoes； he made shoes； he made shoes。' The prisoner counted the measurement again； and paced faster； to draw his mind with him from that latter repetition。 ‘The ghosts that vanished when the wicket closed。 There was one among them； the appearance of a lady dressed in black； who was leaning in the embrasure of a window； and she had a light shining upon her golden hair； and she looked like * * * * Let us ride on again； for God's sake； through the illuminated villages with the people all awake！ * * * * He made shoes； he made shoes； he made shoes。 * * * * Five paces by four and a half。' With such scraps tossing and rolling upward from the depths of his mind； the prisoner walked faster and faster； obstinately counting and counting； and the roar of the city changed to this extent…that it still rolled in like muffled drums； but with the wail of voices that he knew； in the swell that rose above them。
CHAPTER II
The Grindstone
TELLSON'S BANK； established in the Saint Germain Quarter of Paris； was in a wing of a large house； approached by a court…yard and shut off from the street by a high wall and a strong gate。 The house belonged to a great nobleman who had lived in it until he made a flight from the troubles； in his own cook's dress； and got across the borders。 A mere beast of the chase flying from hunters； he was still in his metempsychosis no other than the same Monseigneur； the preparation of whose chocolate for whose lips had once occ
