第13章BOOKTHEFIRST：RECALLEDTOLIFE(13)

第13章bookthefirst：recalledtolife(13)

'courage，dearmiss！courage！business！theworstwillbeoverinamoment；itisbutpassingtheroom-door，andtheworstisover.then，allthegoodyoubringtohim，alltherelief，allthehappinessyoubringtohim，begin.letourgoodfriendhere，assistyouonthatside.that'swell，frienddefarge.come，now.business，business！'theywentupslowlyandsoftly.thestaircasewasshort，andtheyweresoonatthetop.there，asithadanabruptturninit，theycameallatonceinsightofthreemen，whoseheadswerebentdownclosetogetheratthesideofadoor，andwhowereintentlylookingintotheroomtowhichthedoorbelonged，throughsomechinksorholesinthewall.onhearingfootstepscloseathand，thesethreeturned，androse，andshowedthemselvestobethethreeofonenamewhohadbeendrinkinginthewine-shop.

'iforgottheminthesurpriseofyourvisit，'explainedmonsieurdefarge.'leaveus，goodboys；wehavebusinesshere.'

thethreeglidedby，andwentsilentlydown.

thereappearingtobenootherdooronthatfloor，andthekeeperofthewine-shopgoingstraighttothisonewhentheywereleftalone，mr.lorryaskedhiminawhisperwithalittleanger：'doyoumakeashowofmonsieurmanette？'

'ishowhim，inthewayyouhaveseen，toachosenfew.''isthatwell？'

'ithinkitiswell.'

'whoarethefew？howdoyouchoosethem？'

'ichoosethemasrealmen，ofmyname—jacquesismyname—towhomthesightislikelytodogood.enough；youareenglish；thatisanotherthing.staythere，ifyouplease，alittlemoment.'

withanadmonitorygesturetokeepthemback，hestooped，andlookedinthroughthecreviceinthewall.soonraisinghisheadagain，hestrucktwiceorthriceuponthedoor—evidentlywithnootherobjectthantomakeanoisethere.withthesameintention，hedrewthekeyacrossit，threeorfourtimes，beforeheputitclumsilyintothelock，andturneditasheavilyashecould.

thedoorslowlyopenedinwardunderhishand，andhelookedintotheroomandsaidsomething.afaintvoiceansweredsomething.littlemorethanasinglesyllablecouldhavebeenspokenoneitherside.

helookedbackoverhisshoulder，andbeckonedthemtoenter.mr.lorrygothisarmsecurelyroundthedaughter'swaist，andheldher；forhefeltthatshewassinking.

'a—a—a—business，business！'heurgedwithamoisturethatwasnotofbusinessshiningonhischeek.'comein，comein！'

'iamafraidofit，'sheanswered，shuddering.

'ofit？what？'

'imeanofhim.ofmyfather.'

renderedinamannerdesperate，byherstateandbythebeckoningoftheirconductor，hedrewoverhisneckthearmthatshookuponhisshoulder，liftedheralittle，andhurriedherintotheroom.hesetherdownjustwithinthedoor，andheldher，clingingtohim.

defargedrewoutthekey，closedthedoor，lockeditontheinside，tookoutthekeyagain，andhelditinhishand.allthishedid，methodically，andwithasloudandharshanaccompanimentofnoiseashecouldmake.finally，hewalkedacrosstheroomwithameasuredtreadtowherethewindowwas.hestoppedthereandfacedround.

thegarret，builttobeadepositoryforfirewoodandthelike，wasdimanddark；for，thewindowofdormershape，wasintruthadoorintheroof，withalittlecraneoveritforthehoistingupofstoresfromthestreet：unglazed，andclosingupthemiddleintwopieces，likeanyotherdooroffrenchconstruction.toexcludethecold，onehalfofthisdoorwasfastclosed，andtheotherwasopenedbutaverylittleway.suchascantyportionoflightwasadmittedthroughthesemeans，thatitwasdifficult，onfirstcomingin，toseeanything；andlonghabitalonecouldhaveslowlyformedinanyone，theabilitytodoanyworkrequiringnicetyinsuchobscurity.yet，workofthatkindwasbeingdoneinthegarret；for，withhisbacktowardsthedoor，andhisfacetowardsthewindowwherethekeeperofthewine-shopstoodlookingathim，awhite-hairedmansatonalowbench，stoopingforwardandverybusy，makingshoes.

vi.theshoemaker

goodday！'saidmonsieurdefarge，lookingdownatthewhiteheadthatbentlowovertheshoemaking.

itwasraisedforamoment，andaveryfaintvoicerespondedtothesalutation，asifitwereatadistance：'goodday！'

'youarestillhardatwork，isee？'

afteralongsilence，theheadwasliftedforanothermoment，andthevoicereplied，'yes—iamworking.'thistime，apairofardeyeshadlookedatthequestioner，beforethefacehaddroppedagain.

thefaintnessofthevoicewaspitiableanddreadful.itwasnotthefaintnessofphysicalweakness，thoughconfinementandhardfarenodoubthadtheirpartinit.itsdeplorablepeculiaritywas，thatitwasthefaintnessofsolitudeanddisuse.itwaslikethelastfeebleechoofasoundmadelongandlongago.soentirelyhaditlostthelifeandresonanceofthehumanvoice，thatitaffectedthesenseslikeaoncebeautifulcolourfadedawayintoapoorweakstain.sosunkenandsuppresseditwas，thatitwaslikeavoiceunderground.soexpressiveitwas，ofahopelessandlostcreature，thatafamishedtraveller，weariedoutbylonelywanderinginawilderness，wouldhaverememberedhomeandfriendsinsuchatonebeforelyingdowntodie.

someminutesofsilentworkhadpassed：andtheardeyeshadlookedupagain：notwithanyinterestorcuriosity，butwithadullmechanicalperception，beforehand，thatthespotwheretheonlyvisitortheywereawareofhadstood，wasnotyetempty.

'iwant，'saiddefarge，whohadnotremovedhisgazefromtheshoemaker，'toletinalittlemorelighthere.youcanbearalittlemore？'

theshoemakerstoppedhiswork；lookedwithavacantairoflistening，atthefloorononesideofhim；thensimilarly，atthefloorontheothersideofhim；then，upwardatthespeaker.

'whatdidyousay？'

'youcanbearalittlemorelight？'