Hewouldnothavestoppedthenforanythinglessnecessarythanbreath，itbeingaspectralsortofracethatheran，andonehighlydesirabletogettotheendof。Hehadastrongideathatthecoffinhehadseenwasrunningafterhim；and，picturedashoppingonbehindhim，boltupright，uponitsnarrowend，alwaysonthepointofovertakinghimandhoppingonathisside——perhapstakinghisarm——itwasapursuertoshun。Itwasaninconsistentandubiquitousfiendtoo，for，whileitwasmakingthewholenightbehindhimdreadful，hedartedoutintotheroadwaytoavoiddarkalleys，fearfulofitscominghoppingoutofthemlikeadropsicalboy\'sKitewithouttailandwings。Ithidindoorwaystoo，rubbingitshorribleshouldersagainstdoors，anddrawingthemuptoitsears，asifitwerelaughing。Itgotintoshadowsontheroad，andlaycunninglyonitsbacktotriphimup。Allthistimeitwasincessantlyhoppingonbehindandgainingonhim，sothatwhentheboygottohisowndoorliehadreasonforbeinghalfdead。Andeventhenitwouldnotleavehim，butfollowedhimupstairswithabumponeveryStair，scrambledintobedwithhim，andbumpeddown，deadandheavy，onhisbreastwhenhefellasleep。
Fromhisoppressedslumber，YoungJerryinhisclosetwasawakenedafterdaybreakandbeforesunrise，bythepresenceofhisfatherinthefamilyroom。Somethinghadgonebongwithhim；atleast，soYoungJerryinferred，fromthecircumstanceofhisholdingMrs。Cruncherbytheears，andknockingthebackofherheadagainsttheheadboardofthebed。
`ItoldyouIwould，\'saidMr。Cruncher，`andIdid。\'
`Jerry，Jerry，Jerry!\'hiswifeimplored。
`Youopposeyourselftotheprofitofthebusiness，\'saidJerry，`andmeandmypartnerssuffer。Youwastohonourandobey；whythedevildon\'tyou?\'
`Itrytobeagoodwife，Jerry，\'thepoorwomanprotested，withtears。
`Isitbeingagoodwifetoopposeyourhusband\'sbusiness?Isithonouringyourhusbandtodishonourhisbusiness?Isitobeyingyourhusbandtodisobeyhimonthewitalsubjectofhisbusiness?\'
`Youhadn\'ttakentothedreadfulbusinessthen，Jerry。\'
`It\'senoughforyou，\'retortedMr。Cruncher，`tobethewifeofahonesttradesman，andnottooccupyyourfemalemindwithcalculationswhenhetooktohistradeorwhenhedidn\'t。Ahonouringandobeyingwifewouldlethistradealonealtogether。Callyourselfareligiouswoman?
Ifyou\'reareligiouswoman，givemeairreligiousone!Youhavenomorenat\'ralsenseofdutythanthebedofthishereThamesriverhasofapile，andsimilarlyitmustbeknockedintoyou。\'
Thealtercationwasconductedinalowtoneofvoice，andterminatedinthehonesttradesman\'skickingoffhisclay-soiledboots，andlyingdownathislengthonthefloor。Aftertakingatimidpeepathimlyingonhisback，withhisrustyhandsunderhisheadforapillow，hissonlaydowntoo，andfellasleepagain。
Therewasnofishforbreakfast，andnotmuchofanythingelse。
Mr。Cruncherwasoutofspirits，andoutoftemper，andkeptanironpot-lidbyhimasaprojectileforthecorrectionofMrs。Cruncher，incaseheshouldobserveanysymptomsofhersayingGrace。Hewasbrushedandwashedattheusualhour，andsetoffwithhissontopursuehisostensiblecalling。
YoungJerry，walkingwiththestoolunderhisarmathisfather\'ssidealongsunnyandcrowdedFleetStreet，wasaverydifferentYoungJerryfromhimofthepreviousnight，runninghomethroughdarknessandsolitudefromhisgrimpursuer。Hiscunningwasfreshwiththeday，andhisqualmsweregonewiththenight——inwhichparticularsitisnotimprobablethathehadcompeersinFleetStreetandtheCityofLondon，thatfinemorning。
`Father，\'saidYoungJerry，astheywalkedalong:takingcaretokeepatarm\'slengthandtohavethestoolwellbetweenthem:`what\'saResurrection——Man?\'
Mr。Crunchercametoastoponthepavementbeforelieanswered，`HowshouldIknow?\'
`Ithoughtyouknowedeverything，father，\'saidtheartlessboy。
`Hem!Well，\'returnedMr。Cruncher，goingonagain，andliftingoffhishattogivehisspikesfreeplay，`he\'satradesman。\'
`What`shisgoods，father?\'askedthebriskYoungJerry。
`Hisgoods，\'saidMr。Cruncher，afterturningitoverinhismind，isabranchofScientificgoods。\'
`Persons\'bodies，ain\'tit，father?\'askedthelivelyboy。
`Ibelieveitissomethingofthatsort，\'saidMr。Cruncher。
`Oh，father，IshouldsoliketobeaResurrection——manwhenI
`mquitegrowedup!\'
Mr。Cruncherwassoothed，butshookhisheadinadubiousandmoralway。`Itdependsuponhowyoudewelopyourtalents。Becarefultodewelopyourtalents，andnevertosaynomorethanyoucanhelptonobody，andthere\'snotellingatthepresenttimewhatyoumaynotcometobefitfor。\'AsYoungJerry，thusencouraged，wentonafewyardsinadvance，toplantthestoolintheshadowoftheBar，Mr。Cruncheraddedtohimself:
`Jerry，youhonesttradesman，there\'shopeswotthatboywillyetbeablessingtoyou，andarecompensetoyouforhismother!
[NextChapter][TableofContents]ATaleofTwoCities:BooktheSecond[PreviousChapter][TableofContents]CHAPTERXVKnittingTHEREhadbeenearlierdrinkingthanusualinthewineshopofMonsieurDefarge。Asearlyassixo\'clockinthemorning，sallowfacespeepingthroughitsbarredwindowshaddescriedotherfaceswithin，bendingovermeasuresofwine。MonsieurDefargesoldaverythinwineatthebestoftimes，butitwouldseemtohavebeenanunusuallythinwinethathesoldatthistime。Asourwine，moreover，orasouring，foritsinfluenceonthemoodofthosewhodrankitwastomakethemgloomy。NovivaciousBacchanalianflameleapedoutofthepressedgrapeofmonsieurDefarge:but，asmoulderingfirethatburntinthedark，layhiddeninthedregsofit。
Thishadbeenthethirdmorninginsuccession，onwhichtherehadbeenearlydrinkingatthewine-shopofMonsieurDefarge。IthadbegunonMonday，andherewasWednesdaycome。Therehadbeenmoreofearlybroodingthandrinking；for，manymenhadlistenedandwhisperedandslunkabouttherefromthetimeoftheopeningofthedoor，whocouldnotavelaidaPieceofmoneyonthecountertosavetheirsouls。Theseweretothefullasinterestedintheplace，however，asiftheycouldhavecommandedwholebarrelsofwine；andtheyglidedfromseattoseat，andfromcornertocorner，swallowingtalkinlieuofdrink，withgreedylooks。
Notwithstandinganunusualflowofcompany，themasterofthewine-shopwasnotvisible。Hewasnotmissed；for，nobodywhocrossedthethresholdlookedforhim，nobodyaskedforhim，nobodywonderedtoseeonlyMadameDefargeinherseat，presidingoverthedistributionofwine，withabowlofbatteredsmallcoinsbeforeher，asmuchdefacedandbeatenoutoftheiroriginalimpressasthesmallcoinageofhumanityfromwhoseraggedpocketstheyhadcome。
Asuspendedinterestandaprevalentabsenceofmind，wereperhapsobservedbythespieswholookedinatthewine-shop，astheylookedinateveryplace，highandlow，fromtheking\'spalacetothecriminal\'sgaol。Gamesatcardslanguished，playersatdominoesmusinglybuilttowerswiththem，drinkersdrewfiguresonthetableswithspiltdropsofwine，MadameDefargeherselfpickedoutthepatternonhersleevewithhertoothpick，andsawandheardsomethinginaudibleandinvisiblealongwayoff。
Thus，SaintAntoineinthisvinousfeatureofhis，untilmidday。
Itwashighnoontide，whentwodustymenpassedthroughhisstreetsandunderhisswinginglamps:ofwhom，onewasMonsieurDefarge:theotheramenderofroadsinabluecap。Alladustandathirst，thetwoenteredthewine-shop。TheirarrivalhadlightedakindoffireinthebreastofSaintAntoine，fastspreadingastheycamealong，whichstirredandflickeredinflamesoffacesatmostdoorsandwindows。Yet，noonehadfollowedthem，andnomanspokewhentheyenteredthewine-shop，thoughtheeyesofeverymantherewereturneduponthem。
`Good-day，gentlemen!\'saidMonsieurDefarge。
Itmayhavebeenasignalforlooseningthegeneraltongue。Itelicitedanansweringchorusof`Good-day!\'
`Itisbadweather，gentlemen，\'saidDefarge，shakinghishead。
Uponwhich，everymanlookedathisneighbour，andthenallcastdowntheireyesandsatsilent。Exceptoneman，whogotupandwentout。
`Mywife，\'saidDefargealoud，addressingMadameDefarge:`Ihavetravelledcertainleagueswiththisgoodmenderofroads，calledJacques。
Imethim——byaccident——adayanhalf\'sjourneyOutofParis。Heisagoodchild，thismenderofroads，calledJacques。Givehimtodrink，mywife!\'
Asecondmangotupandwentout。MadameDefargesetwinebeforethemenderofroadscalledJacques，whodoffedhisbluecaptothecompany，anddrank。Inthebreastofhisblousehecarriedsomecoarsedarkbread；
heateofthisbetweenwhiles，andsatmunchinganddrinkingnearMadameDefarge\'scounter。Athirdmangotupandwentout。
Defargerefreshedhimselfwithadraughtofwine——but，hetooklessthanwasgiventothestranger，asbeinghimselfamantowhomitwasnorarity——andstoodwaitinguntilthecountrymanhadmadehisbreakfast。
Helookedatnoonepresent，andnoonenowlookedathim；notevenMadameDefarge，whohadtakenupherknitting，andwasatwork。
`Haveyoufinishedyourrepast，friend?\'heasked，indueseason。
`Yes，thankyou。\'
`Come，then!YoushallseetheapartmentthatItoldyouyoucouldoccupy。Itwillsuityoutoamarvel。\'
Outofthewine-shopintothestreet，outofthestreetintoacourtyard，outofthecourtyardupasteepstaircase，outofthestaircaseintoagarret——formerlythegarretwhereawhite-hairedmansatonalowbench，stoopingforwardandverybusy，makingshoes。
Nowhite-hairedmanwastherenow；but，thethreemenweretherewhohadgoneoutofthewine-shopsingly。Andbetweenthemandthewhite-hairedmanafaroff，wastheonesmalllink，thattheyhadoncelookedinathimthroughthechinksinthewail。
Defargeclosedthedoorcarefully，andspokeinasubduedvoice:
`JacquesOne，JacquesTwo，JacquesThree!Thisisthewitnessencounteredbyappointment，byme，JacquesFour。
Hewilltellyouall。Speak，JacquesFive!
Themenderofroads，bluecapinhand，wipedhisswarthyforeheadwithit，andsaid，`WhereshallIcommence，monsieur?\'
`Commence，\'wasMonsieurDefarge\'snotunreasonablereply，`atthecommencement。\'
`Isawhimthen，messieurs，\'beganthemenderofroads，ayearagothisrunningsummer，underneaththecarriageoftheMarquis，hangingbythechain。Beholdthemannerofit。Ileavingmyworkontheroad，thesungoingtobed，thecarriageoftheMarquisslowlyascendingthehill，hehangingbythechain——likethis。\'
Againthemenderofroadswentthroughthewholeperformance；
inwhichheoughttohavebeenperfectbythattime，seeingthatithadbeentheinfallibleresourceandindispensableentertainmentofhisvillageduringawholeyear。
JacquesOnestruckin，andaskedifhehadeverseenthemanbefore?
`Never，\'answeredthemenderofroads，recoveringhisperpendicular。
JacquesThreedemandedhowheafterwardsrecognisedhimthen?
`Byhistallfigure，\'saidthemenderofroads，softly，andwithhisfingerathisnose。`WhenMonsieurtheMarquisdemandsthatevening，，``Say，whatishelike?\'\'Imakeresponse，``Tallasaspectre。\'\'\'
`Youshouldhavesaid，shortasadwarf，\'returnedJacquesTwo。
`ButwhatdidIknow?Thedeedwasnotthenaccomplished，neitherdidheconfideinme。Observe!Underthosecircumstanceseven，Idonotoffermytestimony。MonsieurtheMarquisindicatesmewithhisfinger，standingnearourlittlefountain，andsays，``Tome!Bringthatrascal!\'\'
Myfaith，messieurs，Ioffernothing。\'
`Heisrightthere，Jacques，\'murmuredDefarge，tohimwhohadinterrupted。`Goon!\'
`Good!\'saidthemenderofroads，withanairofmystery。`Thetallmanislost，andheissought——howmanymonths?Nine，ten，eleven?\'
`Nomatter，thenumber，\'saidDefarge。`Heiswellhidden，butatlastheisunluckilyfound。Goon!\'
`Iamagainatworkuponthehillside，andthesunisagainabouttogotobed。Iamcollectingmytoolstodescendtomycottagedowninthevillagebelow，whereitisalreadydark，whenIraisemyeyes，andseecomingoverthehillsixsoldiers。Inthemidstofthemisatallmanwithhisarmsbound——tiedtohissides——likethis!\'
Withtheaidofhisindispensablecap，herepresentedamanwithhiselbowsboundfastathiships，withcordsthatwereknottedbehindhim。
`Istandaside，messieurs，bymyheapofstones，toseethesoldiersandtheirprisonerpassforitisasolitaryroad，that，whereanyspectacleiswellworthlookingat，andatfirst，astheyapproach，Iseenomorethanthattheyaresixsoldierswithatallmanbound，andthattheyarealmostblacktomysight——exceptonthesideofthesungoingtobedwheretheyhavearededge，messieurs。Also，Iseethattheirlongshadowsareonthehollowridgeontheoppositesideoftheroad，andareonthehillaboveit，andareliketheshadowsofgiants。Also，Iseethattheyarecoveredwithdust，andthatthedustmoveswiththemastheycome，tramp，tramp!Butwhentheyadvancequiteneartome，Irecognisethetallman，andherecognisesme。Ah，buthewouldbewellcontenttoprecipitatehimselfoverthehillsideonceagain，asontheeveningwhenheandIfirstencountered，closetothesamespot!\'
Hedescribeditasifhewerethere，anditwasevidentthathesawitvividly；perhapshehadnotseenmuchinhislife。
`IdonotshowthesoldiersthatIrecognisethetallman；hedoesnotshowthesoldiersthatherecognisesme；wedoit，andweknowit，withoureyes。``Comeon!\'\'saysthechiefofthatcompany，pointingtothevillage，``bringhimfasttohistomb!\'\'andtheybringhimfaster。
Ifollow。Hisarmsareswelledbecauseofbeingboundsotight，hiswoodenshoesarelargeandclumsy，andheislame。Becauseheislame，andconsequentlyslow，theydrivehimwiththeirguns——likethis!\'
Heimitatedtheactionofaman\'sbeingimpelledforwardbythebutt-endsofmuskets。
`Astheydescendthehilllikemadmenrunningarace，hefalls。
Theylaughandpickhimupagain。Hisfaceisbleedingandcoveredwithdust，buthecannottouchit；thereupontheylaughagain。Theybringhimintothevillage；allthevillagerunstolook；theytakehimpastthemill，anduptotheprison；allthevillageseestheprisongateopeninthedarknessofthenight，andswallowhim——likethis!\'
Heopenedhismouthaswideashecould，andshutitwithasoundingsnapofhisteeth。Observantofhisunwillingnesstomartheeffectbyopeningitagain，Defargesaid，`Goon，Jacques。\'
`Allthevillage，\'pursuedthemenderofroads，ontiptoeandinalowvoice，`withdraws；allthevillagewhispersbythefountain；allthevillagesleeps；allthevillagedreamsofthatunhappyone，withinthelocksandbarsoftheprisononthecrag，andnevertocomeoutofit，excepttoperish。Inthemorning，withmytoolsuponmyshoulder，eatingmymorselofblackbreadasIgo，Imakeacircuitbytheprison，onmywaytomywork。ThereIseehim，highup，behindthebarsofaloftyironcage，bloodyanddustyaslastnight，lookingthrough。Hehasnohandfree，towavetome；Idarenotcalltohim；heregardsmelikeadeadman。\'
Defargeandthethreeglanceddarklyatoneanother。Thelooksofallofthemweredark，repressed，andrevengeful，astheylistenedtothecountryman\'sstory；themannerofallofthem，whileitwassecret，wasauthoritativetoo。Theyhadtheairofaroughtribunal；JacquesOneandTwosittingontheoldpallet-bed，eachwithhischinrestingonhishand，andhiseyesintentontheroad-mender；JacquesThree，equallyintent，ononekneebehindthem，withhisagitatedhandalwaysglidingoverthenetworkoffinenervesabouthismouthandnose；Defargestandingbetweenthemandthenarrator，whomhehadstationedinthelightofthewindow，byturnslookingfromhimtothem，andfromthemtohim。
`Goon，Jacques，\'saidDefarge。
`Heremainsupthereinhisironcagesomedays。Thevillagelooksathimbystealth，foritisafraid。Butitalwayslooksup，fromadistance，attheprisononthecrag；andintheevening，whentheworkofthedayisachievedanditassemblestogossipatthefountain，allfacesareturnedtowardstheprison。Formerly，theywereturnedtowardstheposting-house；
now，theyareturnedtowardstheprison。Theywhisperatthefountain，thatalthoughcondemnedtodeathhewillnotbeexecuted；theysaythatpetitionshavebeenpresentedinParis，showingthathewasenragedandmademadbythedeathofhischild；theysaythatapetitionhasbeenpresentedtotheKinghimself。WhatdoIknow?Itispossible。Perhapsyes，perhapsno。\'
`Listenthen，Jacques，\'NumberOneofthatnamesternlyinterposed。
`KnowthatapetitionwaspresentedtotheKingandQueen。Allhere，yourselfexcepted，sawtheKingtakeit，inhiscarriageinthestreet，sittingbesidetheQueen。ItisDefargewhomyouseehere，who，atthehazardofhislife，dartedoutbeforethehorses，withthepetitioninhishand。\'
`Andonceagainlisten，Jacques!\'saidthekneelingNumberThree:
hisfingerseverwanderingoverandoverthosefinenerves，withastrikinglygreedyair，asifhehungeredforsomething——thatwasneitherfoodnordrink；`theguard，horseandfoot，surroundedthepetitioner，andstruckhimblows。Youhear?\'
`Ihear，messieurs。\'
`Goonthen，\'saidDefarge。
`Again；ontheotherhand，theywhisperatthefountain，\'resumedthecountryman，`thatheisbroughtdownintoourcountrytobeexecutedonthespot，andthathewillverycertainlybeexecuted。TheyevenwhisperthatbecausehehasslainMonseigneur，andbecauseMonseigneurwasthefatherofhistenants——serfs——whatyouwill——hewillbeexecutedasaparricide。
Oneoldmansaysatthefountain，thathisrighthand，armedwiththeknife，willbeburntoffbeforehisface；that，intowoundswhichwillbemadeinhisarms，hisbreast，andhislegs，therewillbepouredboilingoil，meltedlead，hotresin，wax，andsulphur；finally，thathewillbetornlimbfromlimbbyfourstronghorses。Thatoldmansays，allthiswasactuallydonetoaprisonerwhomadeanattemptonthelifeofthelateKing，LouisFifteen。ButhowdoIknowifhelies?
Iamnotascholar。\'
`Listenonceagainthen，Jacques!\'saidthemanwiththerestlesshandandthecravingair。`ThenameofthatprisonerwasDamiens，anditwasalldoneinopenday，intheopenstreetsofthiscityofParis；andnothingwasmorenoticedinthevastconcoursethatsawitdone，thanthecrowdofladiesofqualityandfashion，whowerefullofeagerattentiontothelast——tothelast，Jacques，prolongeduntilnightfall，whenhehadlosttwolegsandanarm，andstillbreathed!Anditwasdone——why，howoldareyou?\'
`Thirty-five，\'saidthemenderofroads，wholookedsixty。
`Itwasdonewhenyouweremorethantenyearsold；youmighthaveseenit。\'
`Enough!\'saidDefarge，withgrimimpatience。`LonglivetheDevil!
Goon。\'
`Well!Somewhisperthis，somewhisperthat；theyspedofnothingelse；eventhefountainappearstofalltothattune。Atlength，onSundaynightwhenallthevillageisasleep，comesoldiers，windingdownfromtheprison，andtheirgunsringonthestonesofthelittlestreet。Workmendig，workmenhammer，soldierslaughandsing；inthemorning，bythefountain，thereisraisedagallowsfortyfeethigh，poisoningthewater。\'
Themenderofroadslookedthroughratherthanatthelowceiling，andpointedasifhesawthegallowssomewhereinthesky。
`Allworkisstopped，allassemblethere，nobodyleadsthecowsout，thecowsaretherewiththerest。Atmidday，therollofdrums。Soldiershavemarchedintotheprisoninthenight，andheisinthemidstofmanysoldiers。Heisboundasbefore，andinhismouththereisagag——tiedso，withatightstring，makinghimlookalmostasifhelaughed。\'Hesuggestedit，bycreasinghisfacewithhistwothumbs，fromthecornersofhismouthtohisears。`Onthetopofthegallowsisfixedtheknife，bladeupwards，withitspointintheair。Heishangedtherefortyfeethigh——andislefthanging，poisoningthewater。
Theylookedatoneanother，asheusedhisbluecaptowipehisface，onwhichtheperspirationhadstartedafreshwhileherecalledthespectacle。
`Itisfrightful，messieurs。Howcanthewomenandthechildrendrawwater!Whocangossipofanevening，underthatshadow!Underit，haveIsaid?WhenIleftthevillage，Mondayeveningasthesunwasgoingtobed，andlookedbackfromthehill，theshadowstruckacrossthechurch，acrossthemill，acrosstheprison——seemedtostrikeacrosstheearth，messieurs，towheretheskyrestsuponit!\'
Thehungrymangnawedoneofhisfingersashelookedattheotherthree，andhisfingerquiveredwiththecravingthatwasonhim。
`That\'sall，messieurs。IleftatsunsetasIhadbeenwarnedtodo，andIwalkedon，thatnightandhalfnextday，untilImetasIwaswarnedIshouldthiscomrade。Withhim，Icameon，nowridingandnowwalking，throughtherestofyesterdayandthroughlastnight。Andhereyouseeme!\'
Afteragloomysilence，thefirstJacquessaid，`Good!Youhaveactedandrecountedfaithfully。Willyouwaitforusalittle，outsidethedoor?\'
`Verywillingly，\'saidthemenderofroads。WhomDefargeescortedtothetopofthestairs，and，leavingseatedthere，returned。
Thethreehadrisen，andtheirheadsweretogetherwhenhecamebacktothegarret。
`Howsayyou，Jacques?\'demandedNumberOne。`Toberegistered?\'
`Toberegistered，asdoomedtodestruction，\'returnedDefarge。
`Magnificent!\'croakedthemanwiththecraving。
`Thechâ；teauandalltherace?\'inquiredthefirst。
`Thechâ；teauandalltherace，\'returnedDefarge。`Extermination。\'
Thehungrymanrepeated，inarapturouscroak，`Magnificent!\'
andbegangnawinganotherfinger。
`Areyousure，\'askedJacquesTwo，ofDefarge，`thatnoembarrassmentcanarisefromourmannerofkeepingtheregister?Withoutdoubtitissafe，fornoonebeyondourselvescandecipherit；butshallwealwaysbeabletodecipheritor，Ioughttosay，willshe?\'
`Jacques，\'returnedDefarge，drawinghimselfup，`ifmadamemywifeundertooktokeeptheregisterinhermemoryalone，shewouldnotloseawordofit——notasyllableofit。Knitted，inherownstitchesandherownsymbols，itwillalwaysbeasplaintoherasthesun。ConfideinMadameDefarge。Itwouldbeeasierfortheweakestpoltroonthatlives，toerasehimselffromexistence，thantoeraseoneletterofhisnameorcrimesfromtheknittedregisterofMadameDefarge。\'
Therewasamurmurofconfidenceandapproval，andthenthemanwhohungered，asked:`Isthisrustictobesentbacksoon?Ihopeso。Heisverysimple；ishenotalittledangerous?\'
`Heknowsnothing，\'saidDefarge；`atleastnothingmorethanwouldeasilyelevatehimselftogallowsofthesameheight。Ichargemyselfwithhim；lethimremainwithme；Iwilltakecareofhim，andsethimonhisroad。Hewishestoseethefineworld——theKing，theQueen，andCourt；lethimseethemonSunday。
`What?\'exclaimedthehungryman，staring。`Isitagoodsign，thathewishestoseeRoyaltyandNobility?\'
`Jacques，\'saidDefarge；judiciouslyshowacatmilk，ifyouwishhertothirstforit。Judiciouslyshowadoghisnaturalprey，ifyouwishhimtobringitdownoneday。\'
Nothingmorewassaid，andthemenderofroads，beingfoundalreadydozingonthetopmoststair，wasadvisedtolayhimselfdownonthepallet-bedandtakesomerest。Heneedednopersuasion，andwassoonasleep。
WorsequartersthanDefarge\'swine-shop，couldeasilyhavebeenfoundinParisforaprovincialslaveofthatdegree。Savingforamysteriousdreadofmadamebywhichhewasconstantlyhaunted，hislifewasverynewandagreeable。But，madamesatalldayathercounter，soexpresslyunconsciousofhim，andsoparticularlydeterminednottoperceivethathisbeingtherehadanyconnexionwithanythingbelowthesurface，thatheshookinhiswoodenshoeswheneverhiseyelightedonher。For，hecontendedwithhimselfthatitwasimpossibletoforeseewhatthatladymightpretendnext；andhefeltassuredthatifsheshouldtakeitintoherbrightlyornamentedheadtopretendthatshehadseenhimdoamurderandafterwardsRaythevictim，shewouldinfalliblygothroughwithituntiltheplaywasplayedout。
Therefore，whenSundaycame，themenderofroadswasnotenchantedthoughhesaidhewastofindthatmadamewastoaccompanymonsieurandhimselftoVersailles。Itwasadditionallydisconcertingtohavemadameknittingallthewaythere，inapublicconveyance；itwasadditionallydisconcertingyet，tohavemadameinthecrowdintheafternoon，stillwithherknittinginherhandsasthecrowdwaitedtoseethecarriageoftheKingandQueen。
`Youworkhard，madame，\'saidamannearher。
`Yes，\'answeredMadameDefarge；`Ihaveagooddealtodo。\'
`Whatdoyoumake，madame?\'
`Manythings。\'
`Forinstance——\'
`Forinstance，\'returnedMadameDefarge，composedly，`shrouds。\'
Themanmovedalittlefurtheraway，assoonashecould，andthemenderofroadsfannedhimselfwithhisbluecap:feelingitmightilycloseandoppressive。IfheneededaKingandQueentorestorehim，hewasfortunateinhavinghisremedyathand；for，soonthelarge-facedKingandthefair-facedQueencameintheirgoldencoach，attendedbytheshiningBull\'sEyeoftheirCourt，aglitteringmultitudeoflaughingladiesandfinelords；andinjewelsandsilksandpowderandsplendourandelegantlyspurningfiguresandhandsomelydisdainfulfacesofbothsexes，themenderofroadsbathedhimself，somuchtohistemporaryintoxication，thathecriedLonglivetheKing，LonglivetheQueen，Longliveeverybodyandeverything!asifhehadneverheardofubiquitousJacquesinhistime。
Then，thereweregardens，courtyards，terraces，fountains，greenbanks，moreKingandQueen，moreBull\'sEye，morelordsandladies，moreLonglivetheyall!untilheabsolutelyweptwithsentiment。Duringthewholeofthisscene，whichlastedsomethreehours，hehadplentyofshoutingandweepingandsentimentalcompany，andIthroughoutDefargeheldhimbythecollar，asiftorestrainhimfromflyingattheobjectsofhisbriefdevotionandtearingthempieces。
`Bravo\'saidDefarge，clappinghimonthebackwhenitwasOver，likeapatron；`youareagoodboy!\'
Themenderofroadswasnowcomingtohimself，andwasmistrustfulofhavingmadeamistakeinhislatedemonstrations；butno。
`Youarethefellowwewant，\'saidDefarge，inhisear；`youmakethesefoolsbelievethatitwilllastforever。Then，theyarethemoreinsolent，anditisthenearerended。\'
`Hey!\'criedthemenderofroads，reflectively；`that\'strue。\'
`Thesefoolsknownothing。Whiletheydespiseyourbreath，andwouldstopitforeverandever，inyouorinahundredlikeyouratherthaninoneoftheirownhorsesordogs，theyonlyknowwhatyourbreathtellsthem。
Letitdeceivethem，then，alittlelonger；itcannotdeceivethemtoomuch。\'
MadameDefargelookedsuperciliouslyattheclient，andnoddedinconfirmation。
`Astoyou，\'saidshe，`youwouldshoutandshedtearsforanything，ifitmadeashowandanoise。Say!Wouldyounot?\'
`Truly，madame，Ithinkso。Forthemoment。\'
`Ifyouwereshownagreatheapofdolls，andweresetuponthemtopluckthemtopiecesanddespoilthemforyourownadvantage，youwouldpickouttherichestandgayest。Say!Wouldyounot?\'
`Trulyyes，madame。\'
`Yes。Andifyouwereshownaflockofbirds，unabletofly，andweresetuponthemtostripthemoftheirfeathersforyourownadvantage，youwouldsetuponthebirdsofthefinestfeathers；wouldyounot?\'
`Itistrue，madame。\'
`Youhaveseenbothdollsandbirdstoday，\'saidMadameDefarge，withawaveofherhandtowardstheplacewheretheyhadlastbeenapparent；
`now，gohome!\'
[NextChapter][TableofContents]ATaleofTwoCities:BooktheSecond[PreviousChapter][TableofContents]CHAPTERXVIStillknittingMADAMEDEFARGEandmonsieurherhusbandreturnedamicablytothebosomofSaintAntoine，whileaspeckinabluecaptoiledthroughthedarkness，andthroughthedust，anddownthewearymilesofavenuebythewayside，slowlytendingtowardsthatpointofthecompasswherethechateauofMonsieurtheMarquis，nowinhisgrave，listenedtothewhisperingtrees。Suchampleleisurehadthestonefaces，now，forlisteningtothetreesandtothefountain，thatthefewvillagescarecrowswho，intheirquestforherbstoeatandfragmentsofdeadsticktoburn，strayedwithinsightofthegreatstonecourtyardandterracestaircase，haditborneinupontheirstarvedfancythattheexpressionofthefaceswasaltered。Arumourjustlivedinthevillage——hadafaintandbareexistencethere，asitspeoplehadthatwhentheknifestruckhome，thefaceschanged，fromfacesofpridetofacesofangerandpainalso，thatwhenthatdanglingfigurewashauledupfortyfeeabovethefountain，theychangedagain，andboreacruellookofbeingavenged，whichtheywouldhenceforthbearforever。Inthestonefaceoverthegreatwindowofthebed-chamberwherethemurderwasdone，twofinedintswerepointedoutinthesculpturednose，whicheverybodyrecognised，andwhichnobodyhadseenofold；andonthescarceoccasionswhentwoorthreeraggedpeasantsemergedfromthecrowdtotakeahurriedpeepatMonsieurtheMarquispetrified，askinnyfingerwouldnothavepointedtoitforaminute，beforetheyallstartedawayamongthemossandleaves，likethemorefortunatehareswhocouldfindalivingthere。
Châ；teauandhut，stonefaceanddanglingfigure，theredstainonthestonefloor，andthepurewaterinthevillagewell——thousandsofacresofland——awholeprovinceofFrance——allFranceitself——layunderthenightsky，concentratedintoafainthairbreadthline。Sodoesawholeworld，withallitsgreatnessesandlittlenesses，lieinatwinklingstar。
Andasmerehumanknowledgecansplitarayoflightandanalysethemannerofitscomposition，so，sublimerintelligencesmayreadinthefeebleshiningofthisearthofours，everythoughtandact，everyviceandvirtue，ofeveryresponsiblecreatureonit。
TheDefarges，husbandandwife，camelumberingunderthestarlight，intheirpublicvehicle，tothatgateofPariswhereuntotheirjourneynaturallytended。Therewastheusualstoppageatthebarrierguardhouse，andtheusuallanternscameglancingforthfortheusualexaminationandinquiry。MonsieurDefargealighted；knowingoneortwoofthesoldierythere，andoneofthepolice。Thelatterhewasintimatewith，andaffectionatelyembraced。
WhenSaintAntoinehadagainenfoldedtheDefargesinhisduskywings，andthey，havingfinallyalightedneartheSaint\'sboundaries，werepickingtheirwayonfootthroughtheblackmudandoffalofhisstreets，MadameDefargespoketoherhusband:
`Saythen，myfriend；whatdidJacquesofthepolicetellthee?\'
`Verylittletonight，butallheknows。Thereisanotherspycommissionedforourquarter。Theremaybemanymore，forallthathecansay，butheknowsofone。\'
`Ehwell!\'saidMadameDefarge，raisinghereyebrowswithacoolbusinessair。`Itisnecessarytoregisterhim。Howdotheycallthatman?\'
`HeisEnglish。\'
`Somuchthebetter。Hisname?\'
`Barsad，\'saidDefarge，makingitFrenchbypronunciation。But，hehadbeensocarefultogetitaccurately，thathethenspeltitwithperfectcorrectness。
`Barsad，，\'repeatedmadame。`Good。Christianname?\'
`John。\'
`JohnBarsad，\'repeatedmadame，aftermurmuringitoncetoherself。
`Good。Hisappearance；isitknown?\'
`Age，aboutfortyyears；height，aboutfivefeetnine；blackhair；
complexiondark；generally，ratherhandsomevisage；eyesdark，facethin，long，andsallow；noseaquiline，butnotstraight，havingapeculiarinclinationtowardstheleftcheek；expression，therefore，sinister。\'
`Ehmyfaith。Itisaportrait!\'saidmadame，laughing。`Heshallberegisteredtomorrow。\'
Theyturnedintothewine-shop，whichwasclosedforitwasmidnight
andwhereMadameDefargeimmediatelytookherpostatherdesk，countedthesmallmoneysthathadbeentakenduringherabsence，examinedthestock，wentthroughtheentriesinthebook，madeotherentriesofherown，checkedtheservingmanineverypossibleway，andfinallydismissedhimtobed。
Thensheturnedoutthecontentsofthebowlofmoneyforthesecondtime，andbeganknottingthemupinherhandkerchief，inachainofseparateknots，forsafekeepingthroughthenight。Allthiswhile，Defarge，withhispipeinhismouth，walkedupanddown，complacentlyadmiring，butneverinterfering；inwhichcondition，indeed，astothebusinessandhisdomesticaffairs，hewalkedupanddownthroughlife。
Thenightwashot，andtheshop，closeshutandsurroundedbysofoulaneighbourhood，wasill-smelling。MonsieurDefarge\'solfactorysensewasbynomeansdelicate，butthestockofwinesmeltmuchstrongerthanitevertasted，andsodidthestockofrumandbrandyandaniseed。
Hewhiffedthecompoundofscentsaway，asheputdownhissmoked-outpipe。
`Youarefatigued，\'saidmadame，raisingherglanceassheknottedthemoney。`Thereareonlytheusualodours。\'
`Iamalittletired，\'herhusbandacknowledged。
`Youarealittledepressed，too，\'saidmadame，whosequickeyeshadneverbeensointentontheaccounts，buttheyhadhadarayortwoforhim。`Oh，themen，themen!\'
`Butmydear!\'beganDefarge。
`Butmydear!\'repeatedmadame，noddingfirmly；`butmydear!
Youarefaintofhearttonight，mydear!\'
`Well，then，\'saidDefarge，asifathoughtwerewrungOutofhisbreast，`itisalongtime。\'
`Itisalongtime，\'repeatedhiswife；`andwhenisitnotalongtime?Vengeanceandretributionrequirealongtime；itistherule。\'
`ItdoesnottakealongtimetostrikeamanwithLightning，\'
saidDefarge。
`Howlong，\'demandedmadame，composedly，`doesittaketomakeandstorethelightning?Tellme。\'
Defargeraisedhisheadthoughtfully，asifthereweresomethinginthattoo。
`Itdoesnottakealongtime，\'saidmadame，`foranearthquaketoswallowatown。Ehwell!Tellmehowlongittakestopreparetheearthquake?\'
`Alongtime，Isuppose，\'saidDefarge。
`Butwhenitisready，ittakesplace，andgrindstopieceseverythingbeforeit。Inthemeantime，itisalwayspreparing，thoughitisnotseenorheard。Thatisyourconsolation。Keepit。\'
Shetiedaknotwithflashingeyes，asifitthrottledafoe。
`Itellthee，\'saidmadame，extendingherrighthand，foremphasis，`thatalthoughitisalongtimeontheroad，itisontheroadandcoming。
Itelltheeitneverretreats，andneverstops。Itelltheeitisalwaysadvancing。Lookaroundandconsiderthelivesofalltheworldthatweknow，considerthefacesofalltheworldthatweknow，considertherageanddiscontenttowhichtheJacquerieaddressesitselfwithmoreandmoreofcertaintyeveryhour。Cansuchthingslast?Bah!Imockyou。\'
`Mybravewife，\'returnedDefarge，standingbeforeherwithhisheadalittlebent，andhishandsclaspedathisback，likeadocileandattentivepupilbeforehiscatechist，`Idonotquestionallthis。Butithaslastedalongtime，anditispossible——youknowwell，mywife，itispossible——thatitmaynotcome，duringourlives。\'
`Ehwell!Howthen?\'demandedmadame，tyinganotherknot，asiftherewereanotherenemystrangled。
`Well!\'saidDefarge，withahalf-complainingandhalfapologeticshrug。`Weshallnotseethetriumph。\'
Weshallhavehelpedit，\'returnedmadame，withherextendedhandinstrongaction。`Nothingthatwedo，isdoneinvain。Ibelieve，withallmysoul，thatweshallseethetriumph。Butevenifnot，evenifI
knewcertainlynot，showmetheneckofanaristocratandtyrant，andstillIwould——\'
Thenmadame，withherteethset，tiedaveryterribleknotindeed。
`Hold!\'criedDefarge，reddeningalittleasifhefeltchargedwithcowardice；`Itoo，mydear，willstopatnothing。\'
`Yes!Butitisyourweaknessthatyousometimesneedtoseeyourvictimandyouropportunity，tosustainyou。Sustainyourselfwithoutthat。
Whenthetimecomes，letlooseatigerandadevil；butwaitforthetimewiththetigerandthedevilchained——notshown——yetalwaysready。\'
Madameenforcedtheconclusionofthispieceofadvicebystrikingherlittlecounterwithherchainofmoneyasifsheknockeditsbrainsout，andthengatheringtheheavyhandkerchiefunderherarminaserenemanner，andobservingthatitwastimetogotobed。
Nextnoontidesawtheadmirablewomaninherusualplaceinthewine-shop，knittingawayassiduously。Aroselaybesideher，andifshenowandthenglancedattheflower，itwaswithnoinfractionofherusualpreoccupiedair。Therewereafewcustomers，drinkingornotdrinking，standingorseated，sprinkledabout。Thedaywasveryhot，andheapsofflies，whowereextendingtheirinquisitiveandadventurousperquisitionsintoalltheglutinouslittleglassesnearmadame，felldeadatthebottom。
Theirdeceasemadenoimpressionontheotherfliesoutpromenading，wholookedattheminthecoolestmannerasiftheythemselveswereelephants，orsomethingasfarremoved，untiltheymetthesamefate。Curioustoconsiderhowheedlessfliesare!——perhapstheythoughtasmuchatCourtthatsunnysummerday。
AfigureenteringatthedoorthrewashadowonMadameDefargewhichshefelttobeanewone。Shelaiddownherknitting，andbegantopinherroseinherhead-dress，beforeshelookedatthefigure。
Itwascurious。ThemomentMadameDefargetookuptherose，thecustomersceasedtalking，andbegangraduallytodropoutofthewine-shop。
`Goodday，madame，\'saidthenewcomer。
`Goodday，monsieur。\'
Shesaiditaloud，butaddedtoherselfassheresumedherknitting:
`Hah!Goodday，ageaboutforty，heightaboutfivefeetnine，blackhair，generallyratherhandsomevisage，complexiondark，eyesdark，thinlongandsallowface，aquilinenosebutnotstraight，havingapeculiarinclinationtowardstheleftcheekwhichimpartsasinisterexpression!Goodday，oneandall!\'