Two Cities

Chapter 53
Sidney Carton talks to the prison sheep in the dark room next door, completely inaudible from outside.Mr. Lorry looked at Jerry with considerable suspicion and distrust.The honest businessman could not accept such a look.He kept shaking the two legs supporting his body, as if he had grown fifty legs and wanted to check them one by one.He also checked his fingers, and his extremely concentrated appearance was also suspicious.Mr. Lorry's eyes met his own, and he put his hand to his mouth and coughed, short and peculiar.It is said that there are very few people with a spotless chest in this disease, and even if there are, there are not many.

"Jerry," said Mr. Lorry, "come here." Mr. Cruncher walked this way, one shoulder in front. "What else do you do besides delivering letters?" Mr. Cruncher thought for a moment, looked at his boss carefully, and suddenly had an idea, and replied, "Do some agricultural work!" "I'm a little worried, Mr. Lorry pointed at him with his index finger. "I am worried that you will use the respected and great Tellson's Bank as a cover to do something that should not be done. If you do it, we will break up our relationship after returning to England." I won't keep it secret for you. Tellson's Bank won't let anyone mess with it."

"I wish, sir," pleaded Mr. Cruncher, flushing, "that I could stand by your side and do your odd jobs till I can't. Even if I did—I didn't say I did, I just Even if I have done it—I hope that a kind person like you will think about it when he plans to make things difficult for me. Even if he has done it, thinking about it is not just one thing, but two things. Now Doctors get gold coins, but honest businessmen don't get a penny--a penny! Wrong, not half a penny--half a penny, no, half a penny Arrive!—the money was quickly deposited in Tellson's Bank, but the doctor secretly looked at the businessman with his curative eyes. The doctors drove in and out of the carriage—ah, they ran at a swift speed , if it wasn’t faster. Isn’t he ruining Tellson? The mother goose needs to be sauced, and the male goose must be eaten in the same way! There is also Mrs. Cruncher, who kneels down to pray whenever she has a reason , opposed to his business, and ruined his fortune, very unlucky, at least in England, and nothing will change. And doctors' wives don't need to pray—did you ever see them pray! If she did Let’s just pray for others to be in poorer health. You say this is wrong, so is that right? Also, even if it’s true, the funeral home asks for money, the parish clerk asks for money, the church deacon asks for money, private The night watchmen also want money, all of them want money, and they are all greedy. How many will they lose in the end? Even if they lose a few, that's all right, Mr. Lorry. If you can quit, you've already wanted to quit, but It's done—I mean even done."

"Ah," cried Mr. Lorry, more forgivingly. "I'm terrified when I see you now."

"I didn't say there was such a thing, but let it be," went on Mr. Cruncher. "I respectfully make a suggestion to you."

"Go ahead," said Mr. Lorry. "No, I don't, sir," replied Mr. Cruncher, more distant from his thoughts and actions, "I'm not going to mince words. I have a suggestion to make to you respectfully, sir. If you want, my son is sitting on the bench of the Law Society over the sea. When he grows up, he will run errands, deliver letters, and take care of trivial matters for you until you die. Willing to have him. Even if it's done (I still haven't said I did, I'll tell you straight up, sir), let that kid be able to have a kid and take care of his mom. Don't ruin that kid's dad Don't be like this, sir, let his father be a serious grave digger, dig graves sincerely, and bury people in it, as compensation for what happened back then, I believe he will always bury it well Really," said Mr. Cruncher, wiping the perspiration from his brow with his arm, to show that he was done. "That's what I respectfully suggest to you, Mr. Lorry. It's frightening to be around, my God, so many people lose their lives, so many people don't even pay a price for helping others, and there are so many others. Yes. Everyone should think carefully about this situation now! Even if there is such a thing, I hope you will remember what I just said - I did this for safety."

"That's telling the truth," said Mr. Lorry. "Stop talking now. If you have repented, acted, and are qualified to be a friend, I will still treat you as a friend. What I want is practical, otherwise it will be meaningless."

Mr. Cruncher tapped his forehead when Sidney Carton and the spy emerged from the dark room. "Good-bye, Mr. Bassa," said the former, "it's settled between us, and you don't have to be afraid of me anymore."

He sat down in the chair before the fire, and Mr. Lorry sat facing each other.When they were alone, Mr. Lorry asked him what he had done?
"Nothing. If the prisoner has any problems, I promise to see him once."

Mr. Lorry's face darkened. "It's only within my purview," Carlton said. "Excessive demands will put his head under the axe. As he said, even if someone exposes it, this is the worst situation. This is our weakness. There is no way."

"But if something goes wrong in court," said Mr. Lowry, "it's not going to save him just by meeting him."

"I didn't say so." Mr. Lorry turned his eyes gradually to the fire.His eyes were dimmed with pity for his beloved and the heavy disappointment of the second arrest.He couldn't accept this fact, and couldn't help but feel his own decline, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

"You are a kind man and a true friend," Carlton said, and then his tone changed. "I'm sorry I noticed your sadness. I can't just sit back and watch my dad cry. Even if you were my dad, that's as much as I can express your grief. You don't need to blame yourself."

When he said the last sentence, he returned to his usual indifferent attitude, but his tone and comfort were full of strong affection and respect.Mr. Lorry, who had never seen his kinder side before, was surprised to see him now, and held out his hand, which Carton gave him a gentle shake.

"Let's talk about poor Darnay," said Carton. "Our plan is to be kept secret from Lucy for the time being. It will not help them meet. She may think it is a gift to him when there is no other way." Get rid of things and let him commit suicide before the execution!"

This thought surprised Mr. Lorry, and he looked at Carton at once to see if he really thought it.It seems to be true.He glanced back at him, obviously understanding what he was thinking.

"She's always thinking too much," said Carton, "and every thought might cause her pain. Keep it a secret. I told you when I first arrived, and it would be best not to let me see her." I don't see her and I still give her everything to help. I hope, you go to her? She must be very miserable tonight!"

"I'm going now, right now." "I'm glad she can't leave you and depends on you. How is she doing?" "Worried, sad, but still beautiful." "Ah!"

This cry made people feel desolate, it seemed to be a long sigh, and it seemed to be a sob.This caused Mr. Lorry's eyes to fall on Carton's face, which was facing the fire, and a light (perhaps a shadow, the old man couldn't make out) passed quickly across his face, showing a hint of displeasure and helplessness.He lifted a foot to push a small, crumbling but still burning log back into the furnace.He wore a fashionable white riding suit and well boots.The light of the fire could be seen in the pale eyes, making his face look bloodless, and his long brown hair, untrimmed, hung loosely around his face.His indifference to the fire seemed strange, and Mr. Lorry hastened to warn him that his boots were still on the glowing coals, though the burning logs were crushed under his feet.

"I didn't care," he said.Mr. Lorry's eyes were fixed on his face again.He noticed a haggard shadow on the naturally beautiful face, which made the old man clearly remember the looks of the prisoners in the court, and he couldn't forget them.

"Are you nearly done with your business here, sir?" said Carton, turning to him.

"It's almost over. I've finally done everything I can do here. Lucy showed up unexpectedly last night when I was about to tell you. I'm going to get everything in order and leave Paris. I'm going on vacation."

Neither of them spoke. "There must be fresh memories in your age! Is there, sir?" said Carlton thoughtfully. "I'm 78 years old."

"You have always worked steadily and persistently in doing things all your life. Many people trust and respect you."

"I've been a doer since I was an adult. In fact I'd say I've been a doer since I was a kid."

"Look at you, 78 years old, what an important position you are in. If you leave, many people will be sad!" "Do you miss a helpless old bachelor!" Mr. Lorry shook his head and replied, "No Yes." "Why do you say that? Doesn't she cry for you? Doesn't her baby?" "Yes, yes, thank God. My mind is in a mess right now." "It's a Something to thank God for, isn't it?" "Of course, it is." "Say honestly to the bottom of your heart, 'I've never won anyone's love and attachment, gratitude and respect, never in anyone's heart. You have aroused tenderness, you have never done a single good thing, you have never done anything beneficial and unforgettable!' Then your 78 years have become 78 heavy curses?"

"You are right, Mr. Carton. I think so." Sidney turned his eyes to the fire again, thought for a long time, and said: "I want to ask you:—was your childhood very far away? You Do you remember the days when you sat on your mother's lap?" His expression gradually softened as he spoke.Mr. Rory replied: "Twenty years ago, it felt very far away, but at this age, I don't feel that time is so far away, because I am doing circular motion, and the closer I get to the end, the closer I am to the starting point. This seems to be doing good comfort and all preparations for the final road. Now my heart is often touched by the memories that often sleep, about my young and beautiful mother. (I am so old now I am now!) I am reminded of many times, when what we call the human heart of the world still seemed illusory to me, and my faults were not yet fixed."

"I understand!" Carlton exclaimed, his face suddenly brightened, "does this make you feel happier?"

"I hope so." At this point, Carlton stood up to help him put on his coat, without further conversation. "But you are not old." Mr. Lorry returned to the subject. "Yes," said Carlton. "I'm young. But I haven't been that young for long. I've had enough." "That's what I am, I believe," said Mr. Lorry. "Are you going out now?" "I'll walk to her door with you. You know me, you can't stop. Don't worry if I'm on the street for a long time. I'll be back tomorrow morning. You Are you going to court tomorrow?"

"Unfortunately, going." "I'm going too, but only as an audience. My spies will show me where. Hold on to me, sir." Mr. Lorry helped him, and the two went downstairs to the on the street.In a few minutes they were where Rory was going.Carlton broke up with him there, but was reluctant to leave here.After the door closed, he went to the door again and touched the door.He had heard that she had to go to prison every day. "She came out of here," he looked around, "going this way, she must have often stepped on these stones. I will follow her footsteps." At ten o'clock at night he was in front of La Force prison. She stopped where Lucy had stood countless times.A little wood sawman, having closed his shop, was sitting in front of the shop smoking a cigarette.

"Good night, citizen." Carlton stopped to say hello as he passed, for the man had been staring at him.

"Good night, citizen." "What is the state of the Republic?"

"You mean the guillotine. Very good! Today is 63. It will break through [-] soon. Samson and his subordinates sometimes complain that they are too tired. Ha, ha, ha! Samson really knows how to joke." .What a barber!"

(End of this chapter)