a tale of two cities(双城记)-第84章

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ution；　and　may　be　a　necessary　preparation。　But　care；　care；　care！　Let　me　think　it　out！'　
　Checking　his　steps；　which　had　begun　to　tend　towards　an　object；　he　took　a　turn　or　two　in　the　already　darkening　street；　and　traced　the　thought　in　his　mind　to　its　possible　consequences。　His　first　impression　was　confirmed。　‘It　is　best；'　he　said；　finally　resolved；　‘that　these　people　should　know　there　is　such　a　man　as　I　here。'　And　he　turned　his　face　towards　Saint　Antoine。　
　Defarge　had　described　himself；　that　day；　as　the　keeper　of　a　wine…shop　in　the　Saint　Antoine　suburb。　It　was　not　difficult　for　one　who　knew　the　city　well；　to　find　his　house　without　asking　any　question。　Having　ascertained　its　situation；　Carton　came　out　of　those　closer　streets　again；　and　dined　at　a　place　of　refreshment　and　fell　sound　asleep　after　dinner。　For　the　first　time　in　many　years；　he　had　no　strong　drink。　Since　last　night　he　had　taken　nothing　but　a　little　light　thin　wine；　and　last　night　he　had　dropped　the　brandy　slowly　down　on　Mr。　Lorry'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　into　the　streets　again。　As　he　passed　along　towards　Saint　Antoine；　he　stopped　at　a　shop…window　where　there　was　a　mirror；　and　slightly　altered　the　disordered　arrangement　of　his　loose　cravat；　and　his　coat…collar；　and　his　wild　hair。　This　done；　he　went　on　direct　to　Defarge's；　and　went　in。　
　There　happened　to　be　no　customer　in　the　shop　but　Jacques　Three；　of　the　restless　fingers　and　the　croaking　voice。　This　man；　whom　he　had　seen　upon　the　Jury；　stood　drinking　at　the　little　counter；　in　conversation　with　the　Defarges；　man　and　wife。　The　Vengeance　assisted　in　the　conversation；　like　a　regular　member　of　the　establishment。　
　As　Carton　walked　in；　took　his　seat　and　asked　（in　very　indifferent　French）　for　a　small　measure　of　wine；　Madame　Defarge　cast　a　careless　glance　at　him；　and　then　a　keener；　and　then　a　keener；　and　then　advanced　to　him　herself；　and　asked　him　what　it　was　he　had　ordered。　
　He　repeated　what　he　had　already　said。　
　‘English？'　asked　Madame　Defarge；　inquisitively　raising　her　dark　eyebrows。　
　After　looking　at　her；　as　if　the　sound　of　even　a　single　French　word　were　slow　to　express　itself　to　him；　he　answered；　in　his　former　strong　foreign　accent；　‘Yes；　madame；　yes。　I　am　English！'　
　Madame　Defarge　returned　to　her　counter　to　get　the　wine；　and；　as　he　took　up　a　Jacobin　journal　and　feigned　to　pore　over　it　puzzling　out　its　meaning；　he　heard　her　say；　‘I　swear　to　you；　like　Evrémonde！'　
　Defarge　brought　him　the　wine；　and　gave　him　Good　Evening。　
　‘How？'　
　‘Good　evening。'　
　‘Oh！　Good　evening；　citizen；'　filling　his　glass。　‘Ah！　and　good　wine。　I　drink　to　the　Republic。'　
　Defarge　went　back　to　the　counter；　and　said；　‘Certainly；　a　little　like。'　Madame　sternly　retorted；　‘I　tell　you　a　good　deal　like。'　Jacques　Three　pacifically　remarked；　‘He　is　so　much　in　your　mind；　see　you；　madame。'　The　amiable　Vengeance　added；　with　a　laugh；　‘Yes；　my　faith！　And　you　are　looking　forward　with　so　much　pleasure　to　seeing　him　once　more　to…morrow！'　
　Carton　followed　the　lines　and　words　of　his　paper；　with　a　slow　forefinger；　and　with　a　studious　and　absorbed　face。　They　were　all　leaning　their　arms　on　the　counter　close　together；　speaking　low。　After　a　silence　of　a　few　moments；　during　which　they　all　looked　towards　him　without　disturbing　his　outward　attention　from　the　Jacobin　editor；　they　resumed　their　conversation。　
　‘It　is　true　what　madame　says；'　observed　Jacques　Three。　‘Why　stop？　There　is　great　force　in　that。　Why　stop？'　
　‘Well；　well；'　reasoned　Defarge；　‘but　one　must　stop　somewhere。　After　all；　the　question　is　still　where？'　
　‘At　extermination；'　said　madame。　
　‘Magnificent！'　croaked　Jacques　Three。　The　Vengeance；　also；　highly　approved。　
　‘Extermination　is　good　doctrine；　my　wife；'　said　Defarge；　rather　troubled；　‘in　general；　I　say　nothing　against　it。　But　this　Doctor　has　suffered　much；　you　have　seen　him　to…day；　you　have　observed　his　face　when　the　paper　was　read。'　
　‘I　have　observed　his　face！'　repeated　madame；　contemptuously　and　angrily。　‘Yes。　I　have　observed　his　face。　I　have　observed　his　face　to　be　not　the　face　of　a　true　friend　of　the　Republic。　Let　him　take　care　of　his　face！'　
　‘And　you　have　observed；　my　wife；'　said　Defarge；　in　a　deprecatory　manner；　‘the　anguish　of　his　daughter；　which　must　be　a　dreadful　anguish　to　him！'　
　‘I　have　observed　his　daughter；'　repeated　madame；　‘yes；　I　have　observed　his　daughter；　more　times　than　one。　I　have　observed　her　to…day；　and　I　have　observed　her　other　days。　I　have　observed　her　in　the　court；　and　I　have　observed　her　in　the　street　by　the　prison。　Let　me　but　lift　my　finger…！'　She　seemed　to　raise　it　（the　listener's　eyes　were　always　on　his　paper）；　and　to　let　it　fall　with　a　rattle　on　the　ledge　before　her；　as　if　the　axe　had　dropped。　
　‘The　citizeness　is　superb！'　croaked　the　Juryman。　
　‘She　is　an　Angel！'　said　The　Vengeance；　and　embraced　her。　
　‘As　to　thee；'　pursued　madame；　implacably；　addressing　her　husband；　‘if　it　depended　on　theewhich；　happily；　it　does　notthou　wouldst　rescue　this　man　even　now。　
　‘No！'　protested　Defarge。　‘Not　if　to　lift　this　glass　would　do　it！　But　I　would　leave　the　matter　there。　I　say；　stop　there。'　
　‘See　you　then；　Jacques；'　said　Madame　Defarge；　wrathfully；　‘and　see　you；　too；　my　little　Vengeance；　see　you　both！　Listen！　For　other　crimes　as　tyrants　and　oppressors；　I　have　this　race　a　long　time　on　my　register；　doomed　to　destruction　and　extermination。　Ask　my　husband；　is　that　so。'　
　‘It　is　so；'　assented　Defarge；　without　being　asked。　
　‘In　the　beginning　of　the　great　days；　when　the　Bastille　falls；　he　finds　this　paper　of　to…day；　and　he　brings　it　home；　and　in　the　middle　of　the　night　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。'　
　‘It　is　so；'　assented　Defarge。　
　‘That　night；　I　tell　him；　when　the　paper　is　read　through；　and　the　lamp　is　burnt　out；　and　the　day　is　gleaming　in　above　those　shutters　and　between　those　iron　bars；　that　I　have　now　a　secret　to　communicate。　Ask　him；　is　that　so。'　
　‘It　is　so；'　assented　Defarge　again。　
　‘I　communicate　to　him　that　secret。　I　smite　this　bosom　with　these　two　hands　as　I　smite　it　now；　and　I　tell　him；　〃Defarge；　I　was　brought　up　among　the　fishermen　of　the　sea…shore；　and　that　peasant　family　so　injured　by　the　two　Evrémonde　brothers；　as　that　Bastille　paper　describes；　is　my　family。　Defarge；　that　sister　of　the　mortally　wounded　boy　upon　the　ground　was　my　sister；　that　husband　was　my　sister's　husband；　that　unborn　child　was　their　child；　that　brother　was　my　brother；　that　father　was　my　father；　those　dead　are　my　dead；　and　that　summons　to　answer　for　those　things　descends　to　me！〃　Ask　him；　is　that　so。'　
　‘It　is　so；'　assented　Defarge　once　more。　
　‘Then　tell　Wind　and　Fire　where　to　stop；'　returned　madame；　‘but　don't　tell　me。'　
　Both　her　hearers　derived　a　horrible　enjoyment　from　the　deadly　nature　of　her　wraththe　listener　could　feel　how　white　she　was；　without　seeing　herand　both　highly　commended　it。　Defarge；　a　weak　minority；　interposed　a　few　words　for　the　memory　of　the　compassionate　wife　of　the　Marquis；　but　only　elicited　from　his　own　wife　a　repetition　of　her　last　reply。　‘Tell　the　Wind　and　the　Fire　where　to　stop；　not　me！'　
　Customers　entered；　and　the　group　was　broken　up。　The　English　customer　paid　for　what　he　had　had；　perplexedly　counted　his　change；　and　asked；　as　a　stranger；　to　be　directed　towards　the　National　Palace。　Madame　Defarge　took　him　to　the　door；　and　put　her　arm　on　his；　in　pointing　out　the　road。　The　English　customer　was　not　without　his　reflections　then；　that　it　might　be　a　good　deed　to　seize　that　arm；　lilt　it；　and　strike　under　it　sharp　and　deep。　
　But；　he　went　his　way；　and　was　soon　swallowed　up　in　the　shadow　of　the　prison　wall。　At　the　appointed　hour；　he　emerged　from　it　to　present　himself　in　Mr。　Lorry's　room　again；　where　he　found　the　old　gentleman　walking　to　and　fro　in　restless　anxiety。　He　said　he　had　been　with　Lucie　until　just　now；　and　had　only　left　her　for　a　few　minutes；　to　come　and　keep　his　appointment。　Her　father　had　not　been　seen；　since　he　quitted　the　banking　house　towards　four　o'clock。　She　had　some　faint　hopes　that　his　mediation　might　save　Charles；　but　they　were　very　slight。　He　had　been　more　than　five　hours　gone：　where　could　he　be？　
　Mr。　Lorry　waited