第92章BOOKTHETHIRD：THETRACKOFASTORM(7)

第92章bookthethird：thetrackofastorm(7)

'theyare，'mr.lorrywhisperedthewords，glancingfearfullyaroundatthelockedroom，'murderingtheprisoners.ifyouaresureofwhatyousay；ifyoureallyhavethepoweryouthinkyouhave—asibelieveyouhave—makeyourselfknowntothesedevils，andgettakentolaforce.itmaybetoolate，idon'tknow，butletitnotbeaminutelater！'

doctormanettepressedhishand，hastenedbareheadedoutoftheroom，andwasinthecourt-yardwhenmr.lorryregainedtheblind.

hisstreamingwhitehair，hisremarkableface，andtheimpetuousconfidenceofhismanner，asheputtheweaponsasidelikewater，carriedhiminaninstanttotheheartoftheconcourseatthestone.forafewminutestherewasapause，andahurry，andamurmur，andtheunintelligiblesoundofhisvoice；andthenmr.lorrysawhim，surroundedbyall，andinthemidstofalineoftwentymenlong，alllinkedshouldertoshoulder，andhandtoshoulder，hurriedoutwithcries—'livethebastilleprisoner！helpforthebastilleprisoner'skindredinlaforce！roomforthebastilleprisonerinfrontthere！savetheprisonerevremondeatlaforce！'andathousandansweringshouts.

heclosedthelatticeagainwithaflutteringheart，closedthewindowandthecurtain，hastenedtolucie，andtoldherthatherfatherwasassistedbythepeople，andgoneinsearchofherhusband.hefoundherchildandmissprosswithher；but，itneveroccurredtohimtobesurprisedbytheirappearanceuntilalongtimeafterwards，whenhesatwatchingtheminsuchquietasthenightknew.

luciehad，bythattime，fallenintoastuporonthefloorathisfeet，clingingtohishand.missprosshadlaidthechilddownonhisownbed，andherheadhadgraduallyfallenonthepillowbesideherprettycharge.othelong，longnight，withthemoansofthepoorwife！andothelong，longnight，withnoreturnofherfatherandnotidings！twicemoreinthedarknessthebellatthegreatgatesounded，andtheirruptionwasrepeated，andthegrindstonewhirledandspluttered.'whatisit？'criedlucie，affrighted.'hush！thesoldiers'swordsaresharpenedthere，'saidmr.lorry.'theplaceisnationalpropertynow，andusedasakindofarmoury，mylove.'

twicemoreinall；but，thelastspellofworkwasfeebleandfitful.soonafterwardsthedaybegantodawn，andhesoftlydetachedhimselffromtheclaspinghand，andcautiouslylookedoutagain.aman，sobesmearedthathemighthavebeenasorelywoundedsoldiercreepingbacktoconsciousnessonafieldofslain，wasrisingfromthepavementbythesideofthegrindstone，andlookingabouthimwithavacantair.shortly，thisworn-outmurdererdescriedintheimperfectlightoneofthecarriagesofmonseigneur，and，eringtothatgorgeousvehicle，climbedinatthedoor，andshuthimselfuptotakehisrestonitsdaintycushions.

thegreatgrindstone，earth，hadturnedwhenmr.lorrylookedoutagain，andthesunwasredonthecourtyard.but，thelessergrindstonestoodalonethereinthecalmmorningair，withareduponitthatthesunhadnevergiven，andwouldnevertakeaway.

xxxiii.theshadow

oneofthefirstconsiderationswhicharoseinthebusinessmindofmr.lorrywhenbusinesshourscameround，wasthis：—thathehadnorighttoimperiltellson'sbyshelteringthewifeofanemigrantprisonerunderthebankroof.hisownpossessions，safety，life，hewouldhavehazardedforlucieandherchild，withoutamoment'sdemur；butthegreattrustheheldwasnothisown，andastothatbusinesschargehewasastrictmanofbusiness.

atfirst，hismindrevertedtodefarge，andhethoughtoffindingoutthewine-shopagainandtakingcounselwithitsmasterinreferencetothesafestdwelling-placeinthedistractedstateofthecity.but，thesameconsiderationthatestedhim，repudiatedhim；helivedinthemostviolentquarter，anddoubtlesswasinfluentialthere，anddeepinitsdangerousworkings.

nooncoming，andthedoctornotreturning，andeveryminute'sdelaytendingtocompromisetellson's，mr.lorryadvisedwithlucie.shesaidthatherfatherhadspokenofhiringalodgingforashortterm，inthatquarter，nearthebanking-house.astherewasnobusinessobjectiontothis，andasheforesawthatevenifitwereallwellwithcharles，andheweretobereleased，hecouldnothopetoleavethecity，mr.lorrywentoutinquestofsuchalodging，andfoundasuitableone，highupinaremovedby-streetwheretheclosedblindsinalltheotherwindowsofahighmelancholysquareofbuildingsmarkeddesertedhomes.

tothislodgingheatonceremovedlucieandherchild，andmisspross；givingthemwhatcomforthecould，andmuchmorethanhehadhimself.heleftjerrywiththem，asafiguretofilladoorwaythatwouldbearconsiderableknockingonthehead，andreturnedtohisownoccupations.adisturbedanddolefulmindhebroughttobearuponthem；andslowlyandheavily，thedayedonwithhim.

itworeitselfout，andworehimoutwithit，untilthebankclosed.hewasagainaloneinhisroomofthepreviousnight，consideringwhattodonext，whenheheardafootuponthestair.inafewmomentsamanstoodinhispresence，who，withakeenlyobservantlookathim，addressedhimbyhisname.

'yourservant，'saidmr.lorry.'doyouknowme？'

hewasastronglymademanwithdarkcurlinghair，fromforty-fivetofiftyyearsofage.foranswerherepeatedwithoutanychangeofemphasis，thewords：

'doyouknowme？'

'ihaveseenyousomewhere.'

'perhapsatmywine-shop？'

muchinterestedandagitated，mr.lorrysaid：'youcomefromdoctormanette？'

'yes，icomefromdoctormanette.'

'andwhatsayshe？whatdoeshesendme？'

defargegaveintohisanxioushand，anopenscrapofpaper.itborethewordsinthedoctor'swriting：

charlesissafe，buticannotsafelyleavethisplaceyet.ihaveobtainedthefavourthatthebearerhasashortnotefromcharlestohiswife.letthebearerseehiswife.

itwasdatedfromlaforce，withinanhour.