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He repeated what he had already said。
‘English？' asked Madame Defarge； inquisitively raising her dark eyebrows。
After looking at her； as if the sound of even a single French word were slow to express itself to him； he answered； in his former strong foreign accent； ‘Yes； madame； yes。 I am English！'
Madame Defarge returned to her counter to get the wine； and； as he took up a Jacobin journal and feigned to pore over it puzzling out its meaning； he heard her say； ‘I swear to you； like Evrémonde！'
Defarge brought him the wine； and gave him Good Evening。
‘How？'
‘Good evening。'
‘Oh！ Good evening； citizen；' filling his glass。 ‘Ah！ and good wine。 I drink to the Republic。'
Defarge went back to the counter； and said； ‘Certainly； a little like。' Madame sternly retorted； ‘I tell you a good deal like。' Jacques Three pacifically remarked； ‘He is so much in your mind； see you； madame。' The amiable Vengeance added； with a laugh； ‘Yes； my faith！ And you are looking forward with so much pleasure to seeing him once more to…morrow！'
Carton followed the lines and words of his paper； with a slow forefinger； and with a studious and absorbed face。 They were all leaning their arms on the counter close together； speaking low。 After a silence of a few moments； during which they all looked towards him without disturbing his outward attention from the Jacobin editor； they resumed their conversation。
‘It is true what madame says；' observed Jacques Three。 ‘Why stop？ There is great force in that。 Why stop？'
‘Well； well；' reasoned Defarge； ‘but one must stop somewhere。 After all； the question is still where？'
‘At extermination；' said madame。
‘Magnificent！' croaked Jacques Three。 The Vengeance； also； highly approved。
‘Extermination is good doctrine； my wife；' said Defarge； rather troubled； ‘in general； I say nothing against it。 But this Doctor has suffered much； you have seen him to…day； you have observed his face when the paper was read。'
‘I have observed his face！' repeated madame； contemptuously and angrily。 ‘Yes。 I have observed his face。 I have observed his face to be not the face of a true friend of the Republic。 Let him take care of his face！'
‘And you have observed； my wife；' said Defarge； in a deprecatory manner； ‘the anguish of his daughter； which must be a dreadful anguish to him！'
‘I have observed his daughter；' repeated madame； ‘yes； I have observed his daughter； more times than one。 I have observed her to…day； and I have observed her other days。 I have observed her in the court； and I have observed her in the street by the prison。 Let me but lift my finger…！' She seemed to raise it （the listener's eyes were always on his paper）； and to let it fall with a rattle on the ledge before her； as if the axe had dropped。
‘The citizeness is superb！' croaked the Juryman。
‘She is an Angel！' said The Vengeance； and embraced her。
‘As to thee；' pursued madame； implacably； addressing her husband； ‘if it depended on theewhich； happily； it does notthou wouldst rescue this man even now。
‘No！' protested Defarge。 ‘Not if to lift this glass would do it！ But I would leave the matter there。 I say； stop there。'
‘See you then； Jacques；' said Madame Defarge； wrathfully； ‘and see you； too； my little Vengeance； see you both！ Listen！ For other crimes as tyrants and oppressors； I have this race a long time on my register； doomed to destruction and extermination。 Ask my husband； is that so。'
‘It is so；' assented Defarge； without being asked。
‘In the beginning of the great days； when the Bastille falls； he finds this paper of to…day； and he brings it home； and in the middle of the night when this place is clear and shut； we read it； here on this spot； by the light of this lamp。 Ask him； is that so。'
‘It is so；' assented Defarge。
‘That night； I tell him； when the paper is read through； and the lamp is burnt out； and the day is gleaming in above those shutters and between those iron bars； that I have now a secret to communicate。 Ask him； is that so。'
‘It is so；' assented Defarge again。
‘I communicate to him that secret。 I smite this bosom with these two hands as I smite it now； and I tell him； 〃Defarge； I was brought up among the fishermen of the sea…shore； and that peasant family so injured by the two Evrémonde brothers； as that Bastille paper describes； is my family。 Defarge； that sister of the mortally wounded boy upon the ground was my sister； that husband was my sister's husband； that unborn child was their child； that brother was my brother； that father was my father； those dead are my dead； and that summons to answer for those things descends to me！〃 Ask him； is that so。'
‘It is so；' assented Defarge once more。
‘Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop；' returned madame； ‘but don't tell me。'
Both her hearers derived a horrible enjoyment from the deadly nature of her wraththe listener could feel how white she was； without seeing herand both highly commended it。 Defarge； a weak minority； interposed a few words for the memory of the compassionate wife of the Marquis； but only elicited from his own wife a repetition of her last reply。 ‘Tell the Wind and the Fire where to stop； not me！'
Customers entered； and the group was broken up。 The English customer paid for what he had had； perplexedly counted his change； and asked； as a stranger； to be directed towards the National Palace。 Madame Defarge took him to the door； and put her arm on his； in pointing out the road。 The English customer was not without his reflections then； that it might be a good deed to seize that arm； lilt it； and strike under it sharp and deep。
But； he went his way； and was soon swallowed up in the shadow of the prison wall。 At the appointed hour； he emerged from it to present himself in Mr。 Lorry's room again； where he found the old gentleman walking to and fro in restless anxiety。 He said he had been with Lucie until just now； and had only left her for a few minutes； to come and keep his appointment。 Her father had not been seen； since he quitted the banking house towards four o'clock。 She had some faint hopes that his mediation might save Charles； but they were very slight。 He had been more than five hours gone： where could he be？
Mr。 Lorry waited until ten； but； Doctor Manette not returning； and he being unwilling to leave Lucie any longer； it was arranged that he should go back to her； and come to the banking…house again at midnight。 In the meanwhile； Carton would wait alone by the fire for the Doctor。 He waited and waited； and the clock struck twelve； but Doctor Manette did not come back。 Mr。 Lorry returned； and found no tidings of him； and brought none。 Where could he be？
They were discussing this question； and were almost building up some weak structure of hope on his prolonged absence； when they heard him on the stairs。 The instant he entered the room； it was plain that all was lost。
Whether he had really been to any one； or whether he had been all that time traversing the streets； was never known。 As he stood staring at them； they asked him no question； for his face told them everything。
‘I cannot find it；' said he； ‘and I must have it。 Where is it？'
His head and throat were bare； and； as he spoke with a helpless look straying all around； he took his coat off； and let it drop on the floor。
‘Where is my bench？ I have been looking everywhere for my bench； and I can't find it。 What have they； done with my work？ Time presses： I must finish those shoes。
They looked at one another； and their hearts died within them。
‘Come； come！' said he； in a whimpering miserable way； ‘let me get to work。 Give me my work。'
Receiving no answer； he tore his hair； and beat his feet upon the ground； like a distracted child。
‘Don't torture a poor forlorn wretch；' he implored them； with a dreadful cry； ‘but give me my work！ What is to become of us； if those shoes are not done to…night？'
Lost； utterly lost！
It was so clearly beyond hope to reason with him； or try to restore him；thatas if by agreementthey each put a hand upon his shoulder； and soothed him to sit down before the fire； with a promise that he should have his work presently。 He sank into the chair； and brooded over the embers； and shed tears。 As if all that had happened since the garret time were a momentary fancy； or a dream； Mr。 Lorry saw him shrink into the exact figure that Defarge had had in keeping。
Affected； and impressed with terror as they both were； by this spectacle of ruin； it was not a time to yield to such emotions。 His lonely daughter； bereft of her final hope and reliance； appealed to them both too strongly。 Again； as if by agreement； they looked at one another with one meaning in their faces。 Carton was the first to speak：
‘The last chance is gone： It was not much。 Yes； he had better be taken to her。 But； before you go； will you； for a moment； steadily attend to me？ Don't ask me why I make the stipulations I am going to make； and exact the promise I am going to exact； I have a reasona good one。'
‘I do not doubt it；' answered Mr。 Lorry。 ‘Say on。'
The figure in the chair between them； was all the time monotonously rocking itself to and fro； and moaning。 They spoke in such a tone as they would have used if they had been