双城记 查尔斯·狄更斯-第89部分

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Houses　in　twos　and　threes　pass　by　us；　solitary　farms；　ruinous　buildings；　dye…works；　tanneries；　and　the　like；　open　country；　avenues　of　leafless　trees。　The　hard　uneven　pavement　is　under　us；　the　soft　deep　mud　is　on　either　side。　Sometimes；　we　strike　into　the　skirting　mud；　to　avoid　the　stones　that　clatter　us　and　shake　us；　sometimes　we　stick　in　ruts　and　sloughs　there。　The　agony　of　our　impatience　is　then　so　great；　that　in　our　wild　alarm　and　hurry　we　are　for　getting　out　and　running……hiding……doing　anything　but　stopping。
Out　of　the　open　country；　in　again　among　ruinous　buildings；　solitary　farms；　dye…works；　tanneries；　and　the　like；　cottages　in　twos　and　threes；　avenues　of　leafless　trees。　Have　these　men　deceived　us；　and　taken　us　back　by　another　road？　Is　not　this　the　same　place　twice　over？　Thank　Heaven；　no。　A　village。　Look　back；　look　back；　and　see　if　we　are　pursued！　Hush！　the　posting…house。
Leisurely；　our　four　horses　are　taken　out；　leisurely；　the　coach　stands　in　the　little　street；　bereft　of　horses；　and　with　no　likelihood　upon　it　of　ever　moving　again；　leisurely；　the　new　horses　e　into　visible　existence；　one　by　one；　leisurely；　the　new　postilions　follow；　sucking　and　plaiting　the　lashes　of　their　whips；　leisurely；　the　old　postilions　count　their　money；　make　wrong　additions；　and　arrive　at　dissatisfied　results。　All　the　time；　our　overfraught　hearts　are　beating　at　a　rate　that　would　far　outstrip　the　fastest　gallop　of　the　fastest　horses　ever　foaled。
At　length　the　new　postilions　are　in　their　saddles；　and　the　old　are　left　behind。　We　are　through　the　village；　up　the　hill；　and　down　the　hill；　and　on　the　low　watery　grounds。　Suddenly）'；　the　postilions　exchange　speech　with　animated　gesticulation；　and　the　horses…are　pulled　up；　almost　on　their　haunches。　We　are　pursued。
‘Ho！　Within　the　carriage　there。　Speak　then！'
‘What　is　it？'　asks　Mr。　Lorry；　looking　out　at　window。
‘How　many　did　they　say？
‘I　do　not　understand　you。'
‘　At　the　last　post。　How　many　to　the　Guillotine　to…day？'　
‘Fifty…two。'
‘I　said　so！　A　brave　number！　My　fellow…citizen　here　would　have　it　forty…two；　ten　more　heads　are　worth　having。　The　Guillotine　goes　handsomely。　I　love　it。　Hi　forward。　Whoop！'
The　night　es　on　dark。　He　moves　more；　he　is　beginning　to　revive；　and　to　speak　intelligibly；　he　thinks　they　are　still　together；　he　asks　him；　by　his　name；　what　he　has　in　his　hand。　D　pity　us；　kind　Heaven；　and　help　us！　Look　out；　look　out；　and　see　if　we　are　pursued。
The　wind　is　rushing　after　us；　and　the　clouds　are　flying　after　us；　and　the　moon　is　plunging　after　us；　and　the　whole　wild　night　is　in　pursuit　of　us；　but；　so　far　we　are　pursued　by　nothing　else。
CHAPTER　XIV
The　Knitting　Done
IN　that　same　juncture　of　time　when　the　Fifty…Two　awaited　their　fate；　Madame　Defarge　held　darkly　ominous　council　with　The　Vengeance　and　Jacques　Three　of　the　Revolutionary　Jury。　Not　in　the　wine…shop　did　Madame　Defarge　confer　with　these　ministers；　but　in　the　shed　of　the　wood…sawyer；　erst　a　mender　of　roads。　The　sawyer　himself　did　not　participate　in　the　conference；　but　abided　at　a　little　distance；　like　an　outer　satellite　who　was　not　to　speak　until　required；　or　to　offer　an　opinion　until　invited。
‘But　our　Defarge；'　said　Jacques　Three；　‘is　undoubtedly　a　good　Republican？　Eh？'
‘There　is　no　better；'　the　voluble　Vengeance　protested　in　her　shrill　notes；　‘in　France。
‘Peace；　little　Vengeance；'　said　Madame　Defarge；　laying　her　hand　with　a　slight　frown　on　her　lieutenant's　lips；　‘hear　me　speak。　My　husband；　fellow…citizen；　is　a　good　Republican　and　a　bold　man；　he　has　deserved　well　of　the　Republic；　and　possesses　its　confidence。　But　my　husband　has　his　weaknesses；　and　he　is　so　weak　as　to　relent　towards　this　Doctor。'
‘It　is　a　great　pity；'　croaked　Jacques　Three；　dubiously　shaking　his　head；　with　his　cruel　fingers　at　his　hungry　mouth；　‘it　is　not　quite　like　a　good　citizen；　it　is　a　thing　to　regret。
‘See　you；'　said　madame；　‘I　care　nothing　for　this　Doctor；　I。　He　may　wear　his　head　or　lose　it；　for　any　interest　I　have　in　him；　it　is　all　one　to　me。　But；　the　Evrémonde　people　are　to　be　exterminated；　and　the　wife　and　child　must　follow　the　husband　and　father。'
‘She　has　a　fine　head　for　it；'　croaked　Jacques　Three。　‘I　have　seen　blue　eyes　and　golden　hair　there；　and　they　looked　charming　when　Samson　held　them　up。'　Ogre　that　he　was；　he　spoke　like　an　epicure。
Madame　Defarge　cast　down　her　eyes；　and　reflected　a　little。　‘The　child　also；'　observed　Jacques　Three；　with　a　meditative　enjoyment　of　his　words；　‘has　golden　hair　and　blue　eyes。　And　we　seldom　have　a　child　there。　It　is　a　pretty　sight！'
‘In　a　word；'　said　Madame　Defarge；　ing　out　of　her　short　abstraction；　‘I　cannot　trust　my　husband　in　this　matter。　
Not　only　do　I　feel；　since　last　night；　that　I　dare　not　confide　to　him　the　details　of　my　projects；　but　also　I　feel　that　if　I　delay；　there　is　danger　of　his　giving　warning；　and　then　they　might　escape。
‘That　must　never　be；'　croaked　Jacques　Three；　‘no　one　must　escape。　We　have　not　half　enough　as　it　is。　We　ought　to　have　six　score　a　day。'
‘In　a　word；'　Madame　Defarge　went　on；　‘my　husband　has　not　my　reason　for　pursuing　this　family　to　annihilation；　and　I　have　not　his　reason　for　regarding　this　Doctor　with　any　sensibility。　I　must　act　for　myself；　therefore。　e　hither；　little　citizen。
The　wood…sawyer；　who　held　her　in　the　respect；　and　himself　in　the　submission；　of　mortal　fear；　advanced　with　his　hand　to　his　red　cap。
‘Touching　those　signals；　little　citizen；'　said　Madame　Defarge；　sternly；　‘that　she　made　to　the　prisoners；　you　are　ready　to　bear　witness　to　them　this　very　day？'
‘Ay；　ay；　why　not！'　cried　the　sawyer。　‘Every　day；　in　all　weathers；　from　two　to　four；　always　signalling；　sometimes　with　the　little　one；　sometimes　without。　I　know　what　I　know。　I　have　seen　with　my　eyes。'
He　made　all　manner　of　gestures　while　he　spoke；　as　if　in　incidental　imitation　of　some　few　of　the　great　diversity　of　signals　that　he　had　never　seen。
‘Clearly　plots；'　said　Jacques　Three。　‘Transparently！'
‘There　is　no　doubt　of　the　Jury？'　inquired　Madame　Defarge；　letting　her　eyes　turn　to　him　with　a　gloomy　smile。
‘Rely　upon　the　patriotic　Jury；　dear　citizeness。　I　answer　for　my　fellow…Jurymen。'
‘Now；　let　me　see；'　said　Madame　Defarge；　pondering　again。　‘Yet　once　more！　Can　I　spare　this　Doctor　to　my　husband？　I　have　no　feeling　either　way。　Can　I　spare　him？'
‘He　would　count　as　one　head；'　observed　Jacques　Three；　in　a　low　voice。　‘We　really　have　not　heads　enough；　it　would　be　a　pity；　I　think。'
‘He　was　signalling　with　her　when　I　saw　her；'　argued　Madame　Defarge；　‘I　cannot　speak　of　one　without　the　other；　and　I　must　not　be　silent；　and　trust　the　case　wholly　to　him；　this　little　citizen　here。　For；　I　am　not　a　bad　witness。
The　Vengeance　and　Jacques　Three　vied　with　each　other　in　their　fervent　protestations　that　she　was　the　most　admirable　and　marvellous　of　witnesses。　The　little　citizen；　not　to　be　outdone；　declared　her　to　be　a　celestial　witness。
He　must　take　his　chance；'　said　Madame　Defarge。　‘No；　I　cannot　spare　him！　You　are　engaged　at　three　o'clock；　you　are　going　to　see　the　batch　of　to…day　executed。……You？'
The　question　was　addressed　to　the　wood…sawyer；　who　hurriedly　replied　in　the　affirmative：　seizing　the　occasion　to　add　that　he　was　the　most　ardent　of　Republicans；　and　that　he　would　be　in　effect　the　most　desolate　of　Republicans；　if　anything　prevented　him　from　enjoying　the　pleasure　of　smoking　his　afternoon　pipe　in　the　contemplation　of　the　droll　national　barber。　He　was　so　very　demonstrative　herein；　that　he　might　have　been　suspected　（perhaps　was；　by　the　dark　eyes　that　looked　Contemptuously　at　him　out　of　Madame　Defarge's　head）　of　having　his　small　individual　fears　for　his　own　personal　safety；　every　hour　in　the　day。
‘I；'　said　madame；　‘am　equally　engaged　at　the　same　place。　After　it　is　over…say　at　eight　to…night……e　you　to　me；　in　Saint　Antoine；　and　we　will　give　information　against　these'　people　at　my　section。'
The　wood…sawyer　said　he　would　be　proud　and　flattered　to　attend　the　citizeness。　The　citizeness　looking　at　him；　he　became　embarrassed；　evaded　her　glance　as　a　small　dog　would　have　done；　retreated　among　his　wood；　and　hid　his　confusion　over　the　handle　of　his　saw。
Madame　Defarge　beckoned　the　Juryman　and　The　Vengeance　a　little　nearer　to　the　door；　and　there　expounded　her　further　views　to　them　thus：
‘She　will　now　be　at　home；　awaiting　the　moment　of　his　death。　She