Two Cities

Chapter 61 52 (2)
"Something floated in front of me." "I didn't notice anything. There can't be anything. Pick up your pen and finish writing! Hurry up, hurry up!" The prisoner struggled to focus, as if his memory had been damaged, or his organs functioning. disorder.He looked at Carlton dimly, and his breathing was disordered.Carlton stared at him, and put his hands back into the front of his front.

"Quick, hurry up!" The prisoner went on to write again.

"Otherwise," Carlton's hand moved down again carefully and gently. "I have no chance to appreciate this more lasting opportunity. Otherwise," the hand stretched out to the prisoner, my responsibility would have been greater.Otherwise—Carlton looked at the pen, and the words formed by the pen were beyond recognition.

Carlton's hand never returned to the front.The prisoner jumped up, reproachful.But Carlton's right hand was covering his nostrils, and his left was around his waist.The prisoner made an extremely short and weak struggle against the person who came to sacrifice his life, but within a minute he fell to the ground unconscious.

Carton hastily put on the prisoner's undressed hands with hands as eager as his heart to achieve, and brushed back his hair, tied it with a prisoner's sash, and whispered, "Come in, come in!" came in.

"Did you see it?" Carlton knelt on one leg beside the unconscious man, stuffed the written letter into his jacket pocket, and asked, "Are you at great risk?"

"Mr. Carleton," replied the spy, snapping his fingers cautiously, "it's extremely hectic here, and as long as you follow your formula, I'm not at great risk."

"Don't worry about me. I'll keep my word." "If there's nothing wrong with the story of fifty-two people, you'll have to keep your word, Mr. Carlton. I'm not afraid if you put on this suit and make up the numbers."

"Don't be afraid! I won't bother you in a moment, and they will disappear in a moment. God help! Now, get someone to take me into the carriage."

"You?" the spy asked uneasily. "He, I switched with him. Did you go out through the door you took me in?" "That's right." "I was weak when you took me in. Now you take me out, I can't stand it." The excitement of life and death has made people unconscious. This kind of thing has long been used to here. Your life is in your own hands. Hurry up! Find someone to help!"

"Are you sure you will never betray me?" The spy trembled, and said after a while.

"Hello, hello!" said Carlton, stomping his feet. "Didn't I swear to the end that I would definitely follow through with the plan! Why are you wasting precious time! You know the yard, you put him in the carriage yourself, Give it to Mr. Rory. Tell him personally that he only needs fresh air, and don’t give him an antidote. Tell him not to forget what I said last night and his own promise, get in the car and leave!”

The spy went away, and Carton sat down at the table, his forehead resting on his hands.

The spy immediately brought back two people. "What's the matter?" said one of the two, seeing the man lying on the ground.

Was he so sad that his friend had won the Holy Guillotine lottery? "If the nobleman hadn't been drawn," said another, "the great patriot wouldn't be so sad." The stretcher they had brought was at the door, and they put the unconscious man in it, and stooped Ready to carry away. "Time is short, Evermond," said the spy remindingly.

"I know very well," Carlton replied. "Please take care of my friend and go."

"Come on, brethren," Bartha said, "lift up, let's go!" The door closed, and Carlton was alone.He tried his best to listen carefully, for fear of suspicion or the sound of calling the police.The sound of footsteps gradually drifting away along the distant passage!There was no unusual exclamation or fuss.After a while he was breathing much more freely, and sat down at the table to listen.The clock struck two.

Some voices began to appear, and he understood the meaning of the voices and was not worried.Several doors opened one after the other, including his own.A guard looked in the door with the list and said, Come with me, Evermond!Then lead him to a big dark house in the distance.It was a gloomy winter day, the room was dark, and the sky was gloomy, so he couldn't see clearly the prisoner brought in and tied up.Some were standing, some were sitting, and some were crying and restless, but the crying people were still in the minority.Most of the people stared blankly at the ground.

He was led to stand in a dark corner as some of the 52 entered.A man who knew Darnay gave him a hug as he passed.He was extremely worried that his flaws would be found out, and he couldn't help but feel chilled, but the man went out.After a while a young woman rose from her seat and came towards him to speak to him.Just now she was sitting there.She was small, like a girl, with a thin sweet face, pale and frighteningly pale, and a pair of very wide-open eyes, showing an air of resignation.

"Citizen Evremonde," she said, touching him with a languid hand, "I am a poor little seamstress who was jailed with you at La Force."

He answered in a very slurred voice: "Yes, what crime are they charging you with? I forgot."

"Say I'm conspiring. The just God can see my innocence, so I won't conspire. How can a poor little woman like me ask me to conspire? How is it possible?"

The forlorn smile she spoke infected him, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"I'm not afraid of death, Citizen Evremonde, but I've done nothing! If a republic that gives power to the poor can do good for my death, I won't stop dying. But I don't understand. What good is it, Citizen Evermond, I am such a thin, poor little woman!"

That was the last person in the world who could tempt him.His heart moved for such a poor girl. "It is said that you have been released, Citizen Evremonde. I hope it is true, don't you?" "Yes. But I was caught again and sentenced to death." "If I were with you In a prison wagon, will you allow me to hold your hand, Citizen Evermond? I am not afraid, but I am small and weak, and holding your hand will increase my courage."

She raised those innocent eyes to look at his face.He found that a look of distrust suddenly flashed across it, followed by surprise.He squeezed those young fingers that had been thinned by hard work and hunger.

"Are you going to die for him?" she whispered. "And instead of his wife and children. Hush! Yes." "Ah, will you allow me to hold your brave hand, stranger?" "Hush! Yes, poor sister, till the end." The cloud over the prison At the same time in the afternoon the barricades were also flooded and there were many people there.A carriage from Paris is being inspected. "Who is it? Who are the people in the car? Documents!" The documents were handed out and checked. "Alexandre Manette, doctor, French. Which one?" That's it.The weak old man who spoke vaguely and lost his mind was pointed out.

"Doctor Citizen must be out of his mind, right? Is the fever of the revolution too much for him?"

Very much. "Ha! There are plenty of people who can't bear it. Lucy, his daughter. French. Where is it?"

here. "Definitely her. Lucy, Evermond's wife, isn't it?" That's right. "Ha! Evermond is another case. Lucy, her daughter. English. Is it?" Yes.

"Kiss me, boy of Evermond. Now you have kissed a distinguished republican. Remember: it is the honor of your family! Sidney Carton, lawyer, Englishman. Where is it?" "

At this time, lying in the corner next to the carriage. "Carlton" was pointed out.

"The English lawyer knew he was unconscious, didn't he?" Hope the fresh air would wake him up.He was already in poor health, and he just broke up with a friend that the Republic didn't like, which made him very sad. "That's all for that? That's a thing! The republic is full of people who want to look in that little window. Jarvis Lorry, banker, Englishman. Where is it?"

"Here, I'm the last one." All the above questions were answered one by one by Jarvis Lowry.He got out of the car and answered the officials' questions with one hand on the car door.The officials walked around the carriage in a leisurely manner, then walked into the carriage in a leisurely manner, and looked at the small amount of luggage on the roof.Many country people also surrounded the car door, desperately looking inside.A child in its mother's arms stretches out its arms to touch the guillotined nobleman's wife.

"Take your papers! Jarvis Lorry, signed." "Shall I go, citizen?" "Go, coachman, and good luck!" "Salute, citizens.— The first pass has finally been passed!"

Or the words of Jarvis Lowry.Now he clasped his hands and looked ahead.There was fear, crying, and the heavy breathing of unconscious passengers in the carriage.

"Aren't we walking a little slower? Can you tell them to hurry up?" Lucy said close to the old man.

"It will be like running away soon, my dear. Don't rush them too much, or it will arouse suspicion."

"Look behind, look behind, is anyone chasing you?" "There's no one on the road, my dear. So far no one has been chased." We passed two or three houses, detached farms, ruins of buildings, dyeing workshops and There are tanning workshops and the like, as well as endless fields and rows of trees with fallen leaves.We descended on a hard, potholed road lined with deep mud.We walked through the mud on the side of the road from time to time, in order to avoid the stones and avoid bumps.From time to time we got stuck in ruts and mud puddles, and we were so tense, miserable, frightened, and confused that we just wanted to drag them out and get away.As long as we don't get out of the car, we can do anything.Walking out of the open fields, I passed collapsed buildings, lonely farms, dyeing workshops and tanning workshops, residential farmhouses, and trees that had lost their leaves.The driver has tricked us by turning us the other way?Thankfully, no.Ahead is a village.Look behind, look behind, is there someone chasing you?Hush!The station has arrived.

Our four horses were lazily led away, the carriage was lazily parked in the side street, and the horses were gone, as if they could no longer move.New stage horses appeared lazily one by one.The new coachman followed lazily behind, weaving the ends of his whip and sucking it with his mouth.The former coachman lazily counted the money, and was annoyed by his incorrect addition.All the while, our overburdened hearts kept beating faster than the fastest horse in the world could run.

At last the new driver was in the saddle, and the previous driver stayed behind.We walked through villages, up and down hills, and came to wet plains.Suddenly, the two coachmen argued excitedly, gesticulating and pulling the horse so hard that the horse almost fell to the ground.Is someone chasing him?

"Hi! Passengers in the car, do me a favor." "What's the matter?" replied Mr. Lorry, looking out of the window. "How much do you say?"

"I don't know what you mean." "Just now, how many people did they say would go to the guillotine?" "Fifty-two." "I said it! What a beautiful number! The citizen man said it was 52. Plus Ten heads is understandable. The guillotine is beautifully done, I like it so much. Come on, go. Drive, drive!"

The night slowly fell, and the sky darkened.The unconscious person began to move more.He gradually regained consciousness and could hear clearly.He thought they were still together, and he called Carlton by name and asked him what he was holding.O have mercy on us, good Heaven, help us!Be careful, be careful, and see if anyone is chasing you.

The wind blew, the clouds followed, the moon rushed at us, and the whole frightened night bit us in pursuit.And what has been tracked up so far has been nothing but emptiness.

(End of this chapter)