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第110章 BOOK THE THIRD:THE TRACK OF A STORM(25)

The night wore out,and,as he stood upon the bridge listening to the water as it splashed the river-walls of the Island of Paris,where the picturesque confusion of houses and cathedral shone bright in the light of the moon,the day came coldly,looking like a dead face out of the sky. Then,the night,with the moon and the stars,turned pale and died,and for a little while it seemed as if Creation were delivered over to Death's dominion.

But the glorious sun,rising,seemed to strike those words,that burden of the night,straight and warm to his heart in its long bright rays. And looking along them,with reverently shaded eyes,a bridge of light appeared to span the air between him and the sun,while the river sparkled under it.

The strong tide,so swift,so deep,and certain,was like a congenial friend,in the morning stillness. He walked by the stream,far from the houses,and in the light and warmth of the sun fell asleep on the bank.When he awoke and was afoot again,he lingered there yet a little longer,watching an eddy that turned and turned purposeless,until the stream absorbed it,and carried it on to the sea.—'Like me!'

A trading-boat,with a sail of the softened colour of a dead leaf,then glided into his view,floated by him,and died away. As its silent track in the water disappeared,the prayer that had broken up out of his heart for a merciful consideration of all his poor blindness and errors,ended in the words,'I am the resurrection and the life.'

Mr. Lorry was already out when he got back,and it was easy tosurmise where the good old man was gone.Sydney Carton drank nothing but a little coffee,ate some bread,and,having washed and changed to refresh himself,went out to the place of trial.

The court was all astir and a-buzz,when the black sheep—whom many fell away from in dread—pressed him into an obscure corner among the crowd. Mr.Lorry was there,and Doctor Manette was there.She was there,sitting beside her father.

When her husband was brought in,she turned a look upon him,so sustaining,so encouraging,so full of admiring love,and pitying tenderness,yet so courageous for his sake,that it called the healthy blood into his face,brightened his glance,and animated his heart. If there had been any eyes to notice the influence of her look,on Sydney Carton,it would have been seen to be the same influence exactly.

Before that unjust Tribunal,there was little or no order of procedure,ensuring to any accused person any reasonable hearing. There could have been no such Revolution,if all laws,forms,and ceremonies,had not first been so monstrously abused,that the suicidal vengeance of the Revolution was to scatter them all to the winds.

Every eye was turned to the jury. The same determined patriots and good republicans as yesterday and the day before,and tomorrow and the day after.Eager and prominent among them,one man with a craving face,and his fingers perpetually hovering about his lips,whose appearance gave great satisfaction to the spectators.A life-thirsting,cannibal-looking,bloody-minded juryman,the Jacques Three of Saint Antoine.The whole jury,as a jury of dogs empanelled to try the deer.

Every eye then turned to the five judges and the publicprosecutor. No favourable leaning in that quarter today.A fell,uncompromising,murderous business-meaning there.Every eye then sought some other eye in the crowd,and gleamed at it approvingly;and heads nodded at one another before bending forward with a strained attention.

Charles Evremonde,called Darnay. Released yesterday.Reaccused and retaken yesterday.Indictment delivered to him last night.Suspected and Denounced enemy of the Republic,Aristocrat,one of a family of tyrants,one of a race proscribed,for that they had used their abolished privileges to the infamous oppression of the people.Charles Evremonde,called Darnay,in right of such proion,absolutely Dead in Law.

To this effect,in as few or fewer words,the Public Prosecutor.

The President asked,was the Accused openly denounced or secretly?

'Openly,President.'

'By whom?'

'Three voices. Ernest Defarge,wine vendor of Saint Antoine.'

'Good.'

'Therese Defarge,his wife.'

'Good.'

'Alexandre Manette,physician.'

A great uproar took place in the court,and in the midst of it,Doctor Manette was seen,pale and trembling,standing where he had been seated.

'President,I indignantly protest to you that this is a forgery and a fraud. You know the accused to be the husband of my daughter.My daughter,and those dear to her,are far dearer to me than my life.Who and where is the false conspirator who says thatI denounce the husband of my child?'

'Citizen Manette,be tranquil. To fail in submission of the authority of the Tribunal would be to put yourself out of Law.As to what is dearer to you than life.nothing can be so dear to a good citizen as the Republic.'

Loud acclamations hailed this rebuke. The President rang his bell,and with warmth resumed.

'If the Republic should demand of you the sacrifice of your child herself,you would have no duty but to sacrifice her. Listen to what is to follow.In the meanwhile,be silent!'

Frantic acclamations were again raised. Doctor Manette sat down,with his eyes looking around,and his lips trembling;his daughter drew closer to him.The craving man on the jury rubbed his hands together,and restored the usual hand to his mouth.

Defarge was produced,when the court was quiet enough to admit of his being heard,and rapidly expounded the story of the imprisonment,and of his having been a mere boy in the Doctor's service,and of the release,and of the state of the prisoner when released and delivered to him. This short examination followed.for the court was quick with its work.

'You did good service at the taking of the Bastille,citizen?'

'I believe so.'

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