a tale of two cities(双城记)-第69节
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Mr。 Lorry did so； and they went down…stairs and out in the streets。 A few minutes brought them to Mr。 Lorry's destination。 Carton left him there； but lingered at a little distance； and turned back to the gate again when it was shut； and touched it。 He had heard of her going to the prison every day。 ‘She came out here；' he said； looking about him； ‘turned this way； must have trod on these stones often。 Let me follow in her steps。
It was ten o'clock at night when he stood before the prison of La Force； where she had stood hundreds of times。 A little wood…sawyer； having closed his shop； was smoking his pipe at his shop…door。
‘Good night； citizen；' said Sydney Carton； pausing in going by； for； the man eyed him inquisitively。
‘Good night； citizen。'
‘How goes the Republic？'
‘You mean the Guillotine。 Not ill。 Sixty…three to…day。 We shall mount to a hundred soon。 Samson and his men complain sometimes； of being exhausted。 Ha； ha； ha！ He is so droll； that Samson。 Such a Barber！'
‘Do you often go to see him…'
‘Shave？ Always。 Every day。 What a barber！ You have seen him at work？'
‘Never。'
‘Go and see him when he has a good batch。 Figure this to yourself citizen； he shaved the sixty…three to…day； in less than two pipes！ Less than two pipes。 Word of honour！'
As the grinning little man held out the pipe he was smoking； to explain how he timed the executioner； Carton was so sensible of a rising desire to strike the life out of him； that he turned away。
‘But you are not English；' said the wood…sawyer； ‘though you wear English dress？'
‘Yes；' said Carton； pausing again； and answering over his shoulder。
‘You speak like a Frenchman。'
‘I am an old student here。'
‘Aha； a perfect Frenchman！ Good night； Englishman。'
‘Good night； citizen。'
‘But go and see that droll dog；' the little man persisted； calling after him。 ‘And take a pipe with you！'
Sydney had not gone far out of sight； when he stopped in the middle of the street under a glimmering lamp； and wrote with his pencil on a scrap of paper。 Then； traversing with the decided step of one who remembered the way well； several dark and dirty streetsmuch dirtier than usual； for the best public thoroughfares remained uncleansed in those times of terrorhe stopped at a chemist's shop； which the owner was closing with his own hands。 A small； dim； crooked shop； kept in a tortuous； up…hill thoroughfares； by a small； dim； crooked man。
Giving this citizen； too； good night； as he confronted him at his counter； he laid the scrap of paper before him。 ‘Whew！' the chemist whistled softly； as he read it。 ‘Hi！ hi！ hi！'
Sydney Carton took no heed； and the chemist said：
‘For you； citizen？'
‘For me。
‘You will be careful to keep them separate； citizen？ You know the consequences of mixing them？'
‘Perfectly。'
Certain small packets were made and given to him。 He put them； one by one； in the breast of his inner coat； counted out the money for them； and deliberately left the shop。 ‘There is nothing more to do；' said he； glancing upward at the moon； ‘until to…morrow。 I can't sleep。
It was not a reckless manner； the manner in which he said these words aloud under the fast…sailing clouds； nor was it more expressive of negligence than defiance。 It was the settled manner of a tired man； who had wandered and struggled and got lost； but who at length struck into his road and saw its end。
Long ago； when he had been famous among his earliest competitors as a youth of great promise； he had followed his father to the grave。 His mother had died； years before。 These solemn words； which had been read at his father's grave； arose in his mind as he went down the dark streets； among the heavy shadows； with the moon and the clouds sailing on high above him。 ‘I am the resurrection and the life； saith the Lord： he that believeth in me； though he were dead； yet shall he live： and whosoever liveth and believeth in me； shall never die。'
In a city dominated by the axe； alone at night； with natural sorrow rising in him for the sixty…three who had been that day put to death； and for to…morrow's victims then awaiting their doom in the prisons； and still of to…morrow's and tomorrow's； the chain of association that brought the words home； like a rusty old ship's anchor from the deep； might have been easily found。 He did not seek it； but repeated them and went on。
With a solemn interest in the lighted windows where the people were going to rest； forgetful through a few calm hours of the horrors surrounding them； in the towers of the churches； where no prayers were said； for the popular revulsion had even travelled that length of self…destruction from years of priestly impostors； plunderers； and profligates； in the distant burial…places； reserved； as they wrote upon the gates； for Eternal Sleep； in the abounding gaols； and in the streets along which the sixties rolled to a death which had become so common and material； that no sorrowful story of a haunting Spirit ever arose among the people out of all the working of the Guillotine； with a solemn interest in the whole life and death of the city settling down to its short nightly pause in fury； Sydney Carton crossed the Seine again for the lighter streets。
Few coaches were abroad； for riders in coaches were liable to lie suspected； and gentility hid its head in red nightcaps； and put on heavy shoes； and trudged。 But； the theatres were all well filled； and the people poured cheerfully out as he passed； and went chatting home。 At one of the theatre doors； there was a little girl with a mother； looking for a way across the street through the mud。 He carried the child over； and before the timid arm was loosed from his neck asked her for a kiss。
‘I am the resurrection and the life； saith the Lord： he that believeth in me； though he were dead； yet shall he live： and whosoever liveth and believeth in me； shall never die。'
Now； that the streets were quiet； and the night wore on； the words were in the echoes of his feet； and were in the air。 Perfectly calm and steady； he sometimes repeated them to himself as he walked； but； he heard them always。
The night wore out； and； as he stood upon the bridge listening to the water as it splashed the river…walls of the Island of Paris； where the picturesque confusion of houses and cathedral shone bright in the light of the moon； the day came coldly； looking like a dead face out of the sky。 Then； the night； with the moon and the stars； turned pale and died； and for a little while it seemed as if Creation were delivered over to Death's dominion。
But； the glorious sun； rising； seemed to strike those words； that burden of the night； straight and warm to his heart in its long bright rays。 And looking along them； with reverently shaded eyes； a bridge of light appeared to span the air between him and the sun； while the river sparkled under it。
The strong tide； so swift； so deep； and certain； was like a congenial friend； in the morning stillness。 He walked by the stream； far from the houses； and in the light arid warmth of the sun fell asleep on the bank。 When he awoke and was afoot again； he lingered there yet a little longer； watching an eddy that turned and turned purposeless； until the stream absorbed it； and carried it on to the sea。‘Like me！'
A trading…boat； with a sail of the softened colour of a dead leaf； then glided into his view； floated by him； and died away。 As its silent track in the water disappeared； the prayer that had broken up out of his heart for a merciful consideration of all his poor blindnesses and errors； ended in the words； ‘I am the resurrection and the life。'
Mr。 Lorry was already out when he got back； and it was easy to surmise where the good old man was gone。 Sydney Carton drank nothing but a little coffee； ate some bread； and； having washed and changed to refresh himself； went out to the place of trial。
The court was all astir and a…buzz； when the black sheepwhom many fell away from in dreadpressed him into an obscure corner among the crowd。 Mr。 Lorry was there； and Doctor Manette was there。 She was there； sitting beside her father。
When her husband was brought in； she turned a look upon him； so sustaining； so encouraging； so full of admiring love and pitying tenderness； yet so courageous for his sake； that it called the healthy blood into his face； brightened his glance； and animated his heart。 If there had been any eyes to notice the influence of her look； on Sydney Carton； it would have been seen to be the same influence exactly。
Before that unjust Tribunal； there was little or no order of procedure； ensuring to any accused person any reasonable hearing。 There could have been no such Revolution； if all laws； forms； and ceremonies； had not first been so monstrously abused； that the suicidal vengeance of the Revolution was to scatter them all to the winds。
Every eye was turned to the jury。 The same determined patriots and good republicans as yesterday and the day before； and to…morrow and the day after。 Eager and prominent among them； one man with a craving face； and his fingers perpetually hovering about his lips； whose appearance gave great satisfaction to the spectators。 A life…thirsting； cannibal looking； bloody…minded juryman； the Jacques Three of
