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第76章 BOOK THE SECOND:THE GOLDEN THREAD(59)

The hour was come when Saint Antoine was to execute his horrible idea of hoisting up men for lamps to show what he couldbe and do. Saint Antoine's blood was up,and the blood of tyranny and domination by the iron hand was down—down on the steps of the Hotel de Ville where the governor's body lay—down on the sole of the shoe of Madame Defarge where she had trodden on the body to steady it for mutilation.'Lower the lamp yonder!'cried Saint Antoine,after glaring round for a new means of death;'here is one of his soldiers to be left on guard!'The swinging sentinel was posted,and the sea rushed on.

The sea of black and threatening waters,and of destructive upheaving of wave against wave,whose depths were yet unfathomed and whose forces were yet unknown. The remorseless sea of turbulently swaying shapes,voices of vengeance,and faces hardened in the furnaces of suffering until the touch of pity could make no mark on them.

But,in the ocean of faces where every fierce and furious expression was in vivid life,there were two groups of faces—each seven in number—so fixedly contrasting with the rest,that never did sea roll which bore more memorable wrecks with it. Seven faces of prisoners,suddenly released by the storm that had burst their tomb,were carried high overhead;all scared,all lost,all wandering and amazed,as if the Last Day were come,and those who rejoiced around them were lost spirits.Other seven faces there were,carried higher,seven dead faces,whose drooping eyelids and half-seen eyes awaited the Last Day.Impassive faces,yet with a suspended—not an abolished—expression on them;faces,rather,in a fearful pause,as having yet to raise the dropped lids of the eyes,and bear witness with the bloodless lips'THOU DIDST IT!'

Seven prisoners released,seven gory heads on pikes,the keysof the accursed fortress of the eight strong towers,some discovered letters and other memorials of prisoners of old time,long dead of broken hearts,—such,and suchlike,the loudly echoing footsteps of Saint Antoine escort through the Paris streets in mid-July,one thousand seven hundred and eighty-nine. Now,Heaven defeat the fancy of Lucie Darnay,and keep these feet far out of her life!For,they are headlong,mad,and dangerous;and in the years so long after the breaking of the cask at Defarge's wine-shop door,they are not easily purified when once stained red.

XXVIII.THE SEA STILL RISES

H aggard Saint Antoine had only one exultant week in which to soften his modicum of hard and bitter bread to such extent as he could,with the relish of fraternal embraces and congratulations,when Madame Defarge sat at her counter,as usual,presiding over the customers. Madame Defarge wore no rose in her head,for the great brotherhood of Spies had become,even in one short week,extremely chary of trusting themselves to the saint's mercies.The lamps across his streets had a portentously elastic swing with them.

Madame Defarge,with her arms folded,sat in the morning light and heat,contemplating the wine-shop and the street. In both,there were several knots of loungers,squalid and miserable,but now with a manifest sense of power enthroned on their distress.The raggedest nightcap,awry on the wretchedest head,had this crooked significance in it:'I know how hard it has grown for me,the wearer of this,to support life in myself;but do you know how easy it has grown for me,the wearer of this,to destroy life in you?'Every lean bare arm,that had been without work before,had this work always ready for it now,that it could strike.The fingers of the knitting women were vicious,with the experience that they could tear.There was a change in the appearance of Saint Antoine;the image had been hammering into this for hundreds of years,and the last finishing blows had told mightily on the expression.

Madame Defarge sat observing it,with such suppressed approval as was to be desired in the leader of the Saint Antoine women. One of her sisterhood knitted beside her.The short,rather plump wife of a starved grocer,and the mother of two children withal,this lieutenant had already earned the complimentary name of The Vengeance.

'Hark!'said The Vengeance.'Listen,then!Who comes?'

As if a train of powder laid from the outermost bound of the Saint Antoine Quarter to the wine-shop door,had been suddenly fired,a fast-spreading murmur came rushing along.

'It is Defarge,'said madame.'Silence,patriots!'

Defarge came in breathless,pulled off a red cap he wore,and looked around him.'Listen,everywhere!'said madame again.'Listen to him!'Defarge stood,panting,against a background of eager eyes and open mouths,formed outside the door;all those within the wine-shop had sprung to their feet.

'Say then,my husband. What is it?'

'News from the other world!'

'How then?'cried madame,contemptuously.'The other world?'

'Does everybody here recall old Foulon,who told the famished people that they might eat grass,and who died,and went to Hell?'

'Everybody!'from all throats.

'The news is of him. He is among us!'

'Among us!'from the universal throat again.'And dead?'

'Not dead!He feared us so much—and with reason—that he caused himself to be represented as dead,and had a grand mock-funeral. But they have found him alive,hiding in the country,and have brought him in.I have seen him but now,on his way to theHotel de Ville,a prisoner.I have said that he had reason to fear us.Say all!Had he reason?'

Wretched old sinner of more than three score years and ten,if he had never known it yet,he would have known it in his heart of hearts if he could have heard the answering cry.

A moment of profound silence followed. Defarge and his wife looked steadfastly at one another.The Vengeance stooped,and the jar of a drum was heard as she moved it at her feet behind the counter.

'Patriots!'said Defarge,in a determined voice,'are we ready?'

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