双城记 查尔斯·狄更斯-第63部分
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The word ‘wife' seemed to serve as a gloomy reminder to Defarge； to say with sudden impatience； ‘In the name of that sharp female newly…born； and called La Guillotine； why did you e to France？'
‘You heard me say why； a minute ago。 Do you not believe it is the truth？'
‘A bad truth for you；' said Defarge； speaking with knitted brows； and looking straight before him。
‘Indeed I am lost here。 All here is so unprecedented； so changed； so sudden and unfair； that I am absolutely lost。 Will you render me a little help？'
‘None。' Defarge spoke； always looking straight before him。
‘Will you answer me a single question？'
‘Perhaps。 According to its nature。 You can say what it is。'
‘In this prison that I am going to so unjustly； shall I have some free munication with the world outside？'
‘You will see。'
‘I am not to be buried there； prejudged； and without any means of presenting my case？'
‘You will see。 But； what then？ Other people have been similarly buried in worse prisons； before now。
‘But never by me； Citizen Defarge。'
Defarge glanced darkly at him for answer； and walked on in a steady and set silence。 The deeper he sank into this silence； the fainter hope there was……or so Darnay thought……of his softening in any slight degree。 He； therefore； made haste to say：
‘It is of the utmost importance to me （you know； Citizen； even better than I； of how much importance）； that I should be able to municate to Mr。 Lorry of Tellson's Bank； an English gentleman who is now in Paris； the simple fact； without ment； that I have been thrown into the prison of La Force。 Will you cause that to be done for me？'
‘I will do；' Defarge doggedly rejoined； ‘nothing for you。 My duty is to my country and the People。 I am the sworn servant of both； against you。 I will do nothing for you。'
Charles Darnay felt it hopeless to entreat him further； and his pride was touched besides。 As they walked on in silence； he could not but see how used the people were to the spectacle of prisoners passing along the streets。 The very children scarcely noticed him。 A few passers turned their heads； and a few shook their fingers at him as an aristocrat； otherwise； that a man in good clothes should be going to prison； was no more remarkable than that a labourer in working clothes should be going to work。 In one narrow； dark； and dirty street through which they passed； an excited orator； mounted on a stool； was addressing an excited audience on the crimes against the people； of the king and the royal family。 The few words that he caught from this man's lips； first made it known to Charles Darnay that the king was in prison； and that the foreign ambassadors had one and all left Paris。 On the road （except at Beauvais） he had heard absolutely nothing。 The escort and the universal watchfulness had pletely isolated him。
That he had fallen among far greater dangers than those which had developed themselves when he left England； he of course knew now。 That perils had thickened about him fast； and might thicken faster and faster yet； he of course knew now。 He could not but admit to himself that he might not have made this journey； if he could have foreseen the events of a few days。 And yet his misgivings were not so dark as； imagined by the light of this later time； they would appear。 Troubled as the future was； it was the unknown future； and in its obscurity there was ignorant hope。 The horrible massacre； days and nights long； which； within a few rounds of the clock； was to set a great mark of blood upon the blessed garnering time of harvest； was as far out of his knowledge as if it had been a hundred thousand years away。 The ‘sharp female newly…born； and called La Guillotine；' was hardly known to him； or to the generality of people； by name。 The frightful deeds that were to be soon done； were probably unimagined at that time in the brains of the doers。 How could they have a place in the shadowy conceptions of a gentle mind？
Of unjust treatment in detention and hardship； and in cruel separation from his wife and child； he foreshadowed the likelihood； or the certainty； but； beyond this； he dreaded nothing distinctly。 With this on his mind； which was enough to carry into a dreary prison court…yard； he arrived at the prison of La Force。
A man with a bloated face opened the strong wicket； to whom Defarge presented ‘The Emigrant Evrémonde。'
‘What the Devil！ How many more of them！' exclaimed the man with the bloated face。
Defarge took his receipt without noticing the exclamation； and withdrew； with his two fellow…patriots。
‘What the Devil； I say again！' exclaimed the gaoler； left with his wife。 ‘How many more！'
The gaoler's wife； being provided with no answer to the question； merely replied； ‘One must have patience； my dear！' Three turnkeys who entered responsive to a bell she rang；； echoed the sentiment and one added； ‘For the love of Liberty； which sounded in that place like an inappropriate conclusion。
The prison of La Force was a gloomy prison； dark and filthy； and with a horrible smell of foul sleep in it。 Extraordinary how soon the noisome flavour of imprisoned sleep； bees manifest in all such places that are ill cared for！
‘In secret； too；' grumbled the gaoler； looking at the written paper。 ‘As if I was not already full to bursting！'
He stuck the paper on a file； in an ill…humour； and Charles Darnay awaited his further pleasure for half an hour： sometimes； pacing to and fro in the strong arched room： sometimes； resting on a stone seat： in either case detained to be imprinted on the memory of the chief and his subordinates。
‘e！' said the chief； at length taking up his keys； ‘e with me； emigrant。'
Through the dismal prison twilight； his new charge acpanied him by corridor and staircase； many doors clanging and locking behind them； until they came into a large； low； vaulted chamber； crowded with prisoners of both sexes。 The women were seated at a long table； reading and writing； knitting； sewing； and embroidering； the men were for the most part standing behind their chairs； or lingering up and down the room。
In the instinctive association of prisoners with shameful crime and disgrace； the new er recoiled from this pany。 But the crowning unreality of his long unreal ride； was； their all at once rising to receive him； with every refinement of manner known to the time； and with all the engaging graces and courtesies of life。
So strangely clouded were these refinements by the prison manners and gloom； so spectral did they bee in the inappropriate squalor and misery through which they were seen； that Charles Darnay seemed to stand in a pany of the dead。 Ghosts all！ The ghost of beauty； the ghost of stateliness； the ghost of elegance； the ghost of pride； the ghost of frivolity； the ghost of wit； the ghost of youth； the ghost of age； all waiting their dismissal from the desolate shore； all turning on him eyes that were changed by the death they had died in ing there。
It struck him motionless。 The gaoler standing at his side； and the other gaolers moving about； who would have been well enough as to appearance in the ordinary exercise of their functions； looked so extravagantly coarse contrasted with sorrowing mothers and blooming daughters who were there with the apparitions of the coquette； the young beauty； and the mature woman delicately bred……that the inversion of all experience and likelihood which the scene of shadows presented； was heightened to its utmost。 Surely； ghosts all。 Surely； the long unreal ride some progress of disease that had brought him to these gloomy shades！
‘In the name of the assembled panions in misfortune；' said a gentleman of courtly appearance and address； ing forward； ‘I have the honour of giving you wele to La Force； and of condoling with you on the calamity that has brought you among us。 May it soon terminate happily！ It would be an impertinence elsewhere； but it is not so here； to ask your name and condition？'
Charles Darnay roused himself； and gave the required information； in words as suitable as he could find。
‘But I hope；' said the gentleman； following the chief gaoler with his eyes； who moved across the room； ‘that you are not in secret？'
‘I do not understand the meaning of the term； but I have heard them say so。'
‘Ah； what a pity！ We so much
