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‘I have delivered that letter；' said Charles Darnay to Mr。 Lorry。 ‘I would not consent to your being charged with any written answer； but perhaps you will take a verbal one？'
‘That I will； and readily；' said Mr。 Lorry； ‘if it is not dangerous。'
‘Not at all。 Though it is to a prisoner in the Abbaye。'
‘What is his name？' said Mr。 Lorry； with his open pocket…book in his hand。
‘Gabelle。'
‘Gabelle。 And what is the message to the unfortunate Gabelle in prison？'
‘Simply； 〃that he has received the letter； and will come。〃'
‘Any time mentioned？'
‘He will start upon his journey to…morrow night。'
‘Any person mentioned？'
‘No。'
He helped Mr。 Lorry to wrap himself in a number of coats and cloaks； and went out with him from the warm atmosphere of the old Bank； into the misty air of Fleet…street。 ‘My love to Lucie； and to little Lucie；' said Mr。 Lorry at parting； ‘and take precious care of them till I come back。' Charles Darnay shook his head and doubtfully smiled； as the carriage rolled away。
That nightit was the fourteenth of Augusthe sat up late； and wrote two fervent letters； one was to Lucie； explaining the strong obligation he was under to go to Paris； and showing her； at length； the reasons that he had； for feeling confident that he could become involved in no personal danger there； the other was to the Doctor； confiding Lucie and their dear child to his care； and dwelling on the same topics with the strongest assurances。 To both； he wrote that he would despatch letters in proof of his safety； immediately after his arrival。
It was a hard day； that day of being among them； with the first reservation of their joint lives on his mind。 It was a hard matter to preserve the innocent deceit of which they were profoundly unsuspicious。 But； an affectionate glance at his wife； so happy and busy； made him resolute not to tell her what impended （he had been half moved to do it； so strange it was to him to act in anything without her quiet aid）； and the day passed quickly away。 Early in the evening he embraced her； and her scarcely less dear namesake； pretending that he would return by…and…by （an imaginary engagement took him out； and he had secreted a valise of clothes ready）； and so he emerged into the heavy mist of the heavy streets； with a heavier heart。
The unseen force was drawing him fast to itself； now； and all the tides and winds were setting straight and strong towards it。 He left his two letters with a trusty porter； to be delivered half an hour before midnight； and no sooner； took horse for Dover； and began his journey。 ‘For the love of Heaven； of justice； of generosity； of the honour of your noble name！' was the poor prisoner's cry with which he strengthened his sinking heart； as he left all that was dear on earth behind him； and floated away for the Loadstone Rock。
THE END OF THE SECOND BOOK
BOOK THE THIRD
THE TRACK OF A STORM
CHAPTER I
In Secret
THE traveller fared slowly on his way； who fared towards Paris from England in the autumn of the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety…two。 More than enough of bad roads； bad equipages； and bad horses； he would have encountered to delay him； though the fallen and unfortunate King of France had been upon his throne in all his glory； but； the changed times were fraught with other obstacles than these。 Every town…gate and village taxing…house had its band of citizen…patriots； with their national muskets in a most explosive state of readiness； who stopped all comers and goers； cross…questioned them； inspected their papers； looked for their names in lists of their own； turned them back； or sent them on； or stopped them and laid them in hold； as their capricious judgment or fancy deemed best for the dawning Republic One and Indivisible； of Liberty； Equality； Fraternity； or Death。
A very few French leagues of his journey were accomplished； when Charles Darnay began to perceive that for him along these country roads there was no hope of return until he should have been declared a good citizen at Paris。 Whatever might befall now； he must on to his journey's end。 Not a mean village closed upon him； not a common barrier dropped across the road behind him； but he knew it to be another iron door in the series that was barred between him and England。 The universal watchfulness so encompassed him； that if he had been taken in a net； or were being forwarded to his destination in a cage； he could not have felt his freedom more completely gone。
This universal watchfulness not only stopped him on the highway twenty times in a stage； hut retarded his progress twenty times in a day； by riding after him and taking him back； riding before him and stopping him by anticipation； riding with him and keeping him in charge。 He had been days upon his journey in France alone； when he went to bed tired out； in a little town on the high road； still a long way from Paris。
Nothing but the production of the afflicted Gabelle's letter from his prison of the Abbaye would have got him on so far。 His difficulty at the guard…house in this small place had been such； that he felt his journey to have come to a crisis。 And he was； therefore； as little surprised as a man could be； to find himself awakened at the small inn to which he had been remitted until morning； in the middle of the night。
Awakened by a timid local functionary and three armed patriots in rough red caps and with pipes in their mouths； who sat down on the bed。
‘Emigrant；' said the functionary； ‘I am going to send you on to Paris； under an escort。'
‘Citizen； I desire nothing more than to get to Paris； though I could dispense with the escort。'
‘Silence！' growled a red…cap； striking at the coverlet with the butt…end of his musket。 ‘Peace； aristocrat！'
‘It is as the good patriot says；' observed the timid functionary。 ‘You are an aristocrat； and must have an escort…and must pay for it。'
‘I have no choice；' said Charles Darnay。
‘Choice； Listen to him！' cried the same scowling red…cap。 ‘As if it was not a favour to be protected from the lamp…iron！'
‘It is always as the good patriot says；' observed the functionary。 ‘Rise and dress yourself； emigrant。'
Darnay complied； and was taken back to the guard…house； where other patriots in rough red caps were smoking； drinking； and sleeping； by a watch…fire。 Here he paid a heavy price for his escort； and hence he started with it on the wet； wet roads at three o'clock in the morning。
The escort were two mounted patriots in red caps and tricoloured cockades； armed with national muskets and sabres； who rode one on either side of him。 The escorted governed his own horse； but a loose line was attached to his bridle； the end of which one of the patriots kept girded round his wrist。 In this state they set forth with the sharp rain driving in their faces： clattering at a heavy dragoon trot over the uneven town pavement； and out upon the mire…deep roads。 In this state they traversed without change； except of horses and pace； all the mire…deep leagues that lay between them and the capital。
They travelled in the night； halting an hour or two after daybreak； and lying by until the twilight fell。 The escort were so wretchedly clothed； that they twisted straw round their bare legs； and thatched their ragged shoulders to keep the wet off Apart from the personal discomfort of being so attended； and apart from such considerations of present danger as arose from one of the patriots being chronically drunk； and carrying his musket very recklessly； Charles Darnay did not allow the restraint that was laid upon him to awaken any serious fears in his breast； for； he reasoned with himself that it could have no reference to the merits of an individual case that was not yet stated； and of representations； confirmable by the prisoner in the Abbaye； that were not yet made。
But when they canto to the town of Beauvaiswhich they did at eventide； when the streets were filled with peoplehe could not ‘conceal from himself that the aspect of affairs was very alarming。 An ominous crowd gathered to see him dismount at the posting…yard； and many voices called out loudly； ‘Down with the emigrant！'
He stopped in the act of swinging himself out of his saddled and； resuming it as his safest place； said：
‘Emigrant； my friends！ Do you not see me here； in France； of my own will？'
‘You are a cursed emigrant；' cried a farrier； making at him In a furious manner through the press； hammer in hand； ‘and you are a cursed aristocrat！'
The postmaster interposed himself between this man and the rider's bridle （at which he was evidently making）； and soothingly said； ‘Let him be； let him be！ He will be judged at Paris。'
‘Judged！' repeated the farrier； swinging his hammer。 ‘Ay！ and condemned as a traitor。' At this the crowd roared approval。
Checking the postmaster； who was for turning his horse's head to the yard （the drunken patriot sat composedly in his saddle looking on； with the line round his wrist）； Darnay said； as soon as he could make his voice heard：
‘Friends； you deceive yourselves； or you are deceived。 I am not a traitor。'
‘He lies！' cried the smith。 ‘He is a traitor since the decree。 His life is forfeit to the people。 His cursed life is not his own！'
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