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第111章BOOKTHETHIRD:THETRACKOFASTORM(26)

第111章bookthethird:thetrackofastorm(26)

hereanexcitedwomanscreechedfromthecrowd:'youwereoneofthebestpatriotsthere.whynotsayso?youwereacannonierthatdaythere,andyouwereamongthefirsttoentertheaccursedfortresswhenitfell.patriots,ispeakthetruth!'

itwasthevengeancewho,amidstthewarmcommendationsoftheaudience,thusassistedtheproceedings.thepresidentranghisbell;but,thevengeance,warmingwithencouragement,shrieked,'idefythatbell!'whereinshewaslikewisemuchcommended.

'informthetribunalofwhatyoudidthatday.withinthebastille,citizen.'

'iknew,'saiddefarge,lookingdownathiswife,whostoodatthebottomofthestepsonwhichhewasraised,lookingsteadilyupathim;'iknewthatthisprisoner,ofwhomispeak,hadbeenconfinedinacellknownasonehundredandfive,northtower.iknewitfromhimself.heknewhimselfbynoothernamethanonehundredandfive,northtower,whenhemadeshoesundermycare.asiservemygunthatday,iresolve,whentheplaceshallfall,toexaminethatcell.itfalls.imounttothecell,withafellow-citizenwhoisoneofthejury,directedbyagaoler.iexamineit,veryclosely.inaholeinthechimney,whereastonehasbeenworkedoutandreplaced,ifindawrittenpaper.thatisthatwrittenpaper.ihavemadeitmybusinesstoexaminesomespecimensofthewritingofdoctormanette.thisisthewritingofdoctormanette.iconfidethispaper,inthewritingofdoctormanette,tothehandsofthepresident.'

'letitberead.'

inthedeadsilenceandstillness—theprisonerundertriallookinglovinglyathiswife,hiswifeonlylookingfromhimtolookwithsolicitudeatherfather,doctormanettekeepinghiseyesfixedonthereader,madamedefargenevertakinghersfromtheprisoner,defargenevertakinghisfromhisfeastingwife,andalltheothereyesthereintentuponthedoctor,whosawnoneofthem—thepaperwasreadasfollows.

xl.thesubstanceoftheshadow

'ialexandremanette,unfortunatephysician,nativeofbeauvais,andafterwardsresidentinparis—writethismelancholypaperinmydolefulcellinthebastille,duringthelastmonthoftheyear1767.iwriteitatstolenintervals,undereverydifficulty.idesigntosecreteitinthewallofthechimney,whereihaveslowlyandlaboriouslymadeaplaceofconcealmentforit.somepityinghandmayfinditthere,wheniandmysorrowsaredust.

'thesewordsareformedbytherustyironpointwithwhichiwritewithdifficultyinscrapingsofsootandcharcoalfromthechimney,mixedwithblood,inthelastmonthofthetenthyearofmycaptivity.hopehasquitedepartedfrommybreast.iknowfromterriblewarningsihavenotedinmyselfthatmyreasonwillnotlongremainunimpaired,butisolemnlydeclarethatiamatthistimeinthepossessionofmyrightmind—thatmymemoryisexactandcircumstantial—andthatiwritethetruthasishallanswerforthesemylastrecordedwords,whethertheybeeverreadbymenornot,attheeternaljudgment-seat.

'onecloudymoonlightnight,inthethirdweekofdecember(ithinkthetwenty-secondofthemonth)intheyear1757,iwaswalkingonaretiredpartofthequaybytheseinefortherefreshmentofthefrostyair,atanhour'sdistancefrommyplaceofresidenceinthestreetoftheschoolofmedicine,whenacarriagecamealongbehindme,drivenveryfast.asistoodasidetoletthatcarriagepass,apprehensivethatitmightotherwiserunmedown,aheadwasputoutatthewindow,andavoicecalledtothedrivertostop.

'thecarriagestoppedassoonasthedrivercouldreininhishorses,andthesamevoicecalledtomebymyname.ianswered.thecarriagewasthensofarinadvanceofmethattwogentlemenhadtimetoopenthedoorandalightbeforeicameupwithit.iobservedthattheywerebothwrappedincloaks,andappearedtoconcealthemselves.astheystoodsidebysidenearthecarriagedoor,ialsoobservedthattheybothlookedofaboutmyownage,orratheryounger,andthattheyweregreatlyalike,instature,manner,voice,and(asfarasicouldsee)facetoo.

'youaredoctormanette?'saidone.

'iam.''doctormanette,formerlyofbeauvais,'saidtheother;'theyoungphysician,originallyanexpertsurgeon,whowithinthelastyearortwohasmadearisingreputationinparis?''gentlemen,'ireturned,'iamthatdoctormanetteofwhomyouspeaksograciously.''wehavebeentoyourresidence,'saidthefirst,'andnotbeingsofortunateastofindyouthere,andbeinginformedthatyouwereprobablywalkinginthisdirection,wefollowed,inthehopeofovertakingyou.willyoupleasetoenterthecarriage?'themannerofbothwasimperious,andtheybothmoved,asthesewordswerespoken,soastoplacemebetweenthemselvesandthecarriagedoor.theywerearmed.iwasnot.

'gentlemen,'saidi,'pardonme;butiusuallyinquirewhodoesmethehonourtoseekmyassistance,andwhatisthenatureofthecasetowhichiamsummoned.'thereplytothiswasmadebyhimwhohadspokensecond.'doctor,yourclientsarepeopleofcondition.astothenatureofthecase,ourconfidenceinyourskillassuresusthatyouwillascertainitforyourselfbetterthanwecandescribeit.enough.willyoupleaseenterthecarriage?'icoulddonothingbutcomply,andientereditinsilence.theybothenteredafterme—thelastspringingin,afterputtingupthesteps.thecarriageturnedabout,anddroveonatitsformerspeed.

'irepeatthisconversationexactlyasitoccurred.ihavenodoubtthatitis,wordforword,thesame.idescribeeverythingexactlyasittookplace,constrainingmymindnottowanderfromthetask.whenimakethebrokenmarksthatfollowhere,ileaveoffforthetime,andputmypaperinitshidingplace.

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