hand, "that no one near and dear to me is in | even of his being in this fatal place. What this dreadful town to-night. May He have prison is he in ?" mercy on all who are in danger!" "La Force." Soon afterward the bell at the great gate sounded, and he thought, "They have come back!" and sat listening. But there was no loud irruption into the court-yard as he had expected, and he heard the gate clash again, and all was quiet. The nervousness and dread that were upon him inspired that vague uneasiness respecting the Bank which a great charge would naturally awaken with such feelings roused. It was well guarded within, and he got up to go among the trusty people who were watching it, when his door suddenly opened, and two figures rushed in, at sight of which he fell back in amazement. Lucie and her father! Lucie with her arms stretched out to him, and with that old look of earnestness so concentrated and intensified that it seemed as though it had been stamped upon her face expressly to give force and power to it in this one passage of her life. "What is this!" cried Mr. Lorry, breathless and confused. "What is the matter? Lucie! Manette! What has happened? What has brought you here? What is it?" "La Force! Lucie, my child, if ever you were brave and serviceable in your life-and you were always both-you will compose yourself now to do exactly as I bid you; for more depends upon it than you can think or I can say. There is no help for you in any action on your part to-night; you can not possibly stir out. I say this because what I must bid you to do for Charles's sake is the hardest thing to do of all. You must instantly be obedient, still, and quiet. You must let me put you in a room at the back here. You must leave your father and me alone for two minutes, and as there are Life and Death in the world you must not delay." "I will be submissive to you. I see in your face that you know I can do nothing else than this. I know you are true.' The old man kissed her, and hurried her into his room, and turned the key; then came hurrying back to the Doctor, and opened the window and partly opened the blind, and put his hand upon the Doctor's arm, and looked out with him into the court-yard. Looked out upon a throng of men and women: not enough in number, or near enough, to fill the court-yard: not more than forty or fifty in With the look fixed upon him, in her paleness and wildness, she panted out in his arms, imploringly, "Oh my dear friend! my hus-all. The people in possession of the house had band!" "Your husband, Lucie ?" "Charles." "What of Charles ?" "Here." "Here in Paris ?" "Has been here some days-three or fourI don't know how many-I can't collect my thoughts. An errand of generosity brought him here unknown to us; he was stopped at the barrier, and sent to prison." The old man uttered an irrepressible cry. Almost at the same moment the bell of the great gate rang again, and a loud noise of feet and voices came pouring into the court-yard. "What is that noise?" said the Doctor, turning toward the window. "Don't look!" cried Mr. Lorry. "Don't look out! Manette, for your life, don't touch the blind!" The Doctor turned, with his hand upon the fastening of the window, and said, with a cool, bold smile, "My dear friend, I have a charmed life in this city. I have been a Bastile prisoner. There is no patriot in Paris-in Paris? In Francewho, knowing me to have been a prisoner in the Bastile, would touch me, except to overwhelm me with embraces or carry me in triumph. My old pain has given me a power that has brought us through the barrier, and gained us news of Charles there, and brought us here. I knew it would be so; I knew I could help Charles out of all danger; I told Lucie so.What is that noise?" His hand was again upon the window. "Don't look!" cried Mr. Lorry, absolutely desperate. "No, Lucie, my dear, nor you!" He got his arm round her and held her. "Don't be so terrified, my love. I solemnly swear to you that I know of no harm having happened to Charles; that I had no suspicion let them in at the gate, and they had rushed in to work at the grindstone; it had evidently been set up there for their purpose as in a convenient and retired spot. But such awful workers, and such awful work! The grindstone had a double handle, and turning at it madly were two men, whose faces, as their long hair flapped back when the revolutions of the grindstone brought their faces up, were more horrible and cruel than the visages of the wildest savages in their most barbarous disguise. False eyebrows and false mustaches were stuck upon them, and their hideous countenances were all bloody and sweaty, and all awry with howling, and all staring and glaring with beastly excitement and want of sleep. As these ruffians turned and turned, their matted locks now flung forward over their eyes, now flung backward over their necks, some women held wine to their mouths that they might drink; and what with dropping blood, and what with dropping wine, and what with the stream of sparks struck out of the stone, all their wicked atmosphere seemed gore and fire. The eye could not detect one creature in the group free from the smear of blood. Shouldering one another to get next at the sharpening-stone were men stripped to the waist, with the stain all over their limbs and bodies; men in all sorts of rags, with the stain upon those rags; men devilishly set off with spoils of women's lace and silk' and ribbon, with the stain dyeing those trifles through and through. Hatchets, knives, bayonets, swords, all brought to be sharpened, were all red with it. Some of the hacked swords were tied to the wrists of those who carried them with strips of linen and fragments of dress: ligatures various in kind, but all deep of the one color. And as the frantic wielders of these weapons snatched them from the stream of sparks and tore away into the streets, the same 66 BUT SUCH AWFUL WORKERS, AND SUCH AWFUL WORK!" red hue was red in their frenzied eyes; eyes which any unbrutalized beholder would have given twenty years of life to petrify with a welldirected gun. All this was seen in a moment, as the vision of a drowning man, or of any human creature at any very great pass, could see a world if it were there. They drew back from the window, and the Doctor looked for explanation in his friend's ashy face. "They are"-Mr. Lorry whispered the words, glancing fearfully round at the locked roommurdering the prisoners. If you are sure of what you say; if you really have the power you think you have-as I believe you have-make yourself known to these devils and get taken to La Force. It may be too late, I don't know, but let it not be a minute later!" Doctor Manette pressed his hand, hastened bareheaded out of the room, and was in the court-yard when Mr. Lorry regained the blind. His streaming white hair, his remarkable face, and the impetuous confidence of his manner, as he put the weapons aside like water, carried him in an instant to the heart of the concourse at the stone. For a few moments there was a pause, and a hurry, and a murmur, and the unintelligible sound of his voice; and then Mr. Lorry saw him, surrounded by all, and in the midst of a line twenty men long, all linked shoulder to shoulder, and hand to shoulder, hurried out with cries of "Live the Bastile prisoner! Help for the Bastile prisoner's kindred in La Force! Room for the Bastile prisoner in front there! Save the prisoner Evrémonde at La Force!" and a thousand answering shouts. He closed the lattice again with a fluttering heart, closed the window and the curtain, hastened to Lucie, and told her that her father was assisted by the people, and gone in search of her husband. He found her child and Miss Pross with her; but it never occurred to him to be surprised by their appearance until a long time afterward, when he sat watching them in such quiet as the night knew. Lucie had by that time fallen into a stupor on the floor at his feet, clinging to his hand. Miss Pross had laid the child down on his own bed, and her head had gradually fallen on the pillow beside her pretty charge. Oh the long, long night, with the moans of the poor wife, and oh the long, long night, with no return of her | and her child, and Miss Pross-giving them father, and no tidings! what comfort he could, and much more than Twice more, in the darkness, the bell at the he had himself. He left Jerry with them, as a great gate sounded, and the irruption was re- figure to fill a door-way that would bear conpeated, and the grindstone whirled and splut-siderable knocking on the head, and returned tered. "What is it?" cried Lucie, affrighted. to his own occupations. A disturbed and dole"Hush! The soldiers' swords are sharpened ful mind he brought to bear upon them, and there," said Mr. Lorry. "The place is Nation- slowly and heavily the day lagged on with him. al property now, and used as a kind of armory, It wore itself out, and wore him out with it, my love." until the Bank closed. He was again alone in his room of the previous night, considering what to do next, when he heard a foot upon the stair. In a few moments a man stood in his presence, who, with a keenly observant look at him, addressed him by his name. "Your servant," said Mr. Lorry. "Do you know me?" Twice more in all; but the last spell of work was feeble and fitful. Soon afterward the day began to dawn, and he softly detached himself from the clasping hand, and cautiously looked out again. A man, so besmeared that he might have been a sorely wounded soldier creeping back to consciousness on a field of slain, was rising from the pavement by the side of the grindstone, and looking about him with a vacant air. Shortly this worn-out murderer descried, in the imperfect light, one of the car-emphasis, the words, riages of Monseigneur, and staggering to that gorgeous vehicle, climbed in at the door, and shut himself up to take his rest on its dainty cushions. The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the court-yard. But the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with a red upon it that the sun had never given, and would never take away. CHAPTER III. THE SHADOW. ONE of the first considerations which arose in the business mind of Mr. Lorry, when business hours came round, was this: that he had no right to imperil Tellson's by sheltering the wife of an emigrant prisoner under the Bank roof. His own possessions, safety, life, he would have hazarded for Lucie and her child, without a moment's hesitation; but the great trust he held was not his own, and as to that business charge he was a strict man of busi ness. At first his mind reverted to Defarge, and he thought of finding out the wine-shop again, and taking counsel with its master in reference to the safest dwelling-place in the distracted state of the city. But the same consideration that suggested him repudiated him: he lived in the most violent Quarter, and doubtless was influential there, and deep in its dangerous workings. Noon coming, and the Doctor not returning, and every minute's delay tending to compromise Tellson's, Mr. Lorry advised with Lucie. She said that her father had spoken of hiring a lodging for a short term in that Quarter near the Banking-house. As there was no business objection to this, and as he foresaw that even if it were all well with Charles, and he were to be released, he could not hope to leave the city, Mr. Lorry went out in quest of such a lodging, and found a suitable one, high up in a removed by-street, where the closed blinds in all the other windows of a high, melancholy square of buildings marked deserted homes. To this lodging he at once removed Lucie He was a strongly-made man, with dark, curling hair, from forty-five to fifty years of age. For answer he repeated, without any change of "Do you know me?" "I have seen you somewhere." Much interested and agitated, Mr. Lorry said, Defarge gave into his anxious hand an open scrap of paper. It bore the words, in the Doctor's writing, "Charles is safe, but I can not safely leave this place yet. I have obtained the favor that the bearer has a short note from Charles to his wife. Let the bearer see his wife." It was dated from La Force, within an hour. "Will you accompany me," said Mr. Lorry, joyfully relieved after reading this note aloud, "to where his wife resides ?" "Yes," returned Defarge. Scarcely noticing, as yet, in what a curiously reserved and mechanical way Defarge spoke, Mr. Lorry put on his hat and they went down into the court-yard. There they found two women; one, knitting. "Madame Defarge, surely!" said Mr. Lorry, who had left her in exactly the same attitude some seventeen years ago. "It is she," observed her husband.* "Does Madame go with us?" inquired Mr. Lorry, seeing that she moved as they moved. "Yes-that she may be able to recognize the faces and know the persons. It is for their safety." Beginning to be struck by Defarge's manner, Mr. Lorry looked dubiously at him, and led the way. Both the women followed; the second woman being The Vengeance. They passed through the intervening streets as quickly as they might, ascended the staircase of the new domicile, were admitted by Jerry, and found Lucy weeping, alone. She was thrown into a transport by the tidings Mr. Lorry gave her of her husband, and clasped the hand that delivered his note- - little thinking what it had been doing near him in the night, and might but for a chance have done to him. however, to her who received it that she turned from Defarge to his wife, and kissed one of the hands that knitted. It was a passionate, loving, thankful, womanly action; but the hand made no response-dropped cold and heavy, and took to its knitting again. There was something in its touch that gave Lucie a check. She stopped in the act of putting the note in her bosom, and, with her hands yet at her neck, looked terrified at Madame Defarge. Madame Defarge met the lifted eyebrows and forehead with a cold, impassive stare. "My dear," said Mr. Lorry, striking in to explain, "there are frequent risings in the streets; and although it is not likely that they will ever trouble you, Madame Defarge wishes to see those whom she has the power to protect at such times, to the end that she may know them that she may identify them. I believe," said Mr. Lorry, rather halting in his reassuring words, as the stony manner of all the three impressed itself upon him more and more, "I state the case, Citizen Defarge?" Defarge looked gloomily at his wife, and gave no other answer than a gruff sound of acquies cence. "You had better, Lucie," said Mr. Lorry, doing all he could to propitiate, by tone and manner, "have the dear child here, and our good Pross. Our good Pross, Defarge, is an English lady, and knows no French." The lady in question, whose rooted conviction that she was more than a match for any foreigner was not to be shaken by distress and danger, appeared with folded arms, and observed in English to The Vengeance, whom her eyes first encountered, "Well, I am sure, Boldface! I hope you are pretty well!" She also bestowed a British cough on Madame Defarge; but neither of the two took much heed of her. "Is that his child?" said Madame Defarge, stopping in her work for the first time, and pointing her knitting-needle at little Lucie as if it were the finger of Fate. “Yes, madame,” answered Mr. Lorry; "this is our poor prisoner's darling daughter, and only child." The shadow attendant on Madame Defarge and her party seemed to fall so threatening and dark on the child that her mother instinctively kneeled on the ground be-ide her, and held her to her breast. The shadow attendant on Madame Defarge and her party seemed then to fall, threatening and dark, on both the mother and the child. "It is enough, my husband," said Madame Defarge. "I have seen them. We may go." But the suppressed manner had enough of menace in it--not visible and presented, but indistinct and withheld-to alarm Lucie into saying, as she laid her appealing hand on Madame Defarge's dress, "You will be good to You will do him no harm. see him if you can?" my poor husband. You will help me to "Your husband is not my business here," returned Madame Defarge, looking down at her with perfect composure. "It is the daughter of your father who is my business here." "For my sake, then, be merciful to my husband. For my child's sake! She will put her hands together and pray you to be merciful. We are more afraid of you than of these others." Madame Defarge received it as a compliment, and looked at her husband. Defarge, who had been uneasily biting his thumb-nail and looking at her, collected his face into a sterner expression. "What is it that your husband says in that little letter?" asked Madame Defarge, with a lowering smile. "Influence; he says something touching influence ?" "That my father," said Lucie, hurriedly taking the paper from her breast, but with her alarmed eyes on her questioner and not on it, "has much influence around him." 66 Surely it will release him!" said Madame Defarge. "Let it do so." "As a wife and mother," cried Lucie, most earnestly, "I implore you to have pity on me, and not to exercise any power that you possess against my innocent husband, but to use it in his behalf. Oh, sister-woman, think of me. As a wife and mother!" Madame Defarge looked, coldly as ever, at the supplicant, and said, turning to her friend The Vengeance, "The wives and mothers we have been used to see, since we were as little as this child, and much less, have not been greatly considered? We have known their husbands and fathers laid in prison and kept from them, often enough? All our lives we have seen our sister-women suffer, in themselves and in their children, poverty, nakedness, hunger, thirst, sickness, misery, oppression, and neglect of all kinds ?" "We have seen nothing else," returned The Vengeance. "We have borne this a long time," said Madame Defarge, turning her eyes again upon Lucie. "Judge you! Is it likely that the trouble of one wife and mother would be much to us now?" The She resumed her knitting and went out. Vengeance followed. Defarge went last, and closed the door. "Courage, my dear Lucie," said Mr. Lorry, as he raised her. "Courage, courage! So far all goes well with us-much, much better than it has of late gone with many poor souls. Cheer up, and have a thankful heart." "I am not thankless, I hope," Lucie answered, in tears; "but that dreadful woman seems to throw a shadow on me and on all my hopes." "Tut, tut!" said Mr. Lorry; "what is this despondency in the brave little breast? A shadow indeed! No substance in it, Lucie." But the shadow of the manner of these Defarges was dark upon himself for all that, and in his secret mind it troubled him greatly. CHAPTER IV. CALM IN STORM. DOCTOR MANETTE did not return until the morning of the fourth day of his absence. So much of what had happened in that dreadful time as could be kept from the knowledge of Lucie was so well concealed from her that not until long afterward, when France and she were far apart, did she know that eleven hundred ting as President had then informed Doctor Manette that the prisoner must remain in custody, but should, for his sake, be held inviolate in safe custody. That immediately, on a signal, the prisoner was removed to the interior of the prison again; but that he, the Doctor, had then so strongly pleaded for permission to remain and assure himself that his son-in-law was, through no malice or mischance, delivered to the concourse whose murderous yells outside the gate had often drowned the proceedings, that he had obtained the permission, and had remained in that Hall of Blood until the danger defenseless prisoners, of both sexes and all ages, had been killed by the populace; that four days and nights had been darkened by this deed of horror; and that the air around her had been tainted by the slain. She only knew that there had been an attack upon the prisons, that all political prisoners had been in danger, and that some had been dragged out by the crowd and murdered. was over. The sights he had seen there, with brief snatches of food and sleep by intervals, shall remain untold. The mad joy over the prisoners who were saved had astounded him scarcely less than the mad ferocity against those who were cut to pieces. One prisoner there was, he said, who had been discharged into the street free, but at whom a mistaken savage had thrust a pike as he passed out. Being besought to go to him and dress the wound, the Doctor had passed out at the same gate, and had found him in the arms of a company of Samaritans, who were seated on the bodies of their victims. With an inconsistency as monstrous as any thing in this awful nightmare, they had helped the healer, and tended the wounded man with the gentlest solicitude-had made a litter for him, and escorted him carefully from the spothad then caught up their weapons and plunged anew into a butchery so dreadful, that the Doctor had covered his eyes with his hands, and swooned away in the midst of it. As Mr. Lorry received these confidences, and as he watched the face of his friend, now sixtytwo years of age, a misgiving arose within him that such dread experiences would revive the To Mr. Lorry the Doctor communicated, un- old danger. But he had never seen his friend der an injunction of secrecy, on which he had in his present aspect; he had never at all known no need to dwell, that the crowd had taken him him in his present character. For the first through a scene of carnage to the prison of La time the Doctor felt now that his suffering was Force. That in the prison he had found a self- strength and power. For the first time he felt appointed Tribunal sitting, before which the that in that sharp fire he had slowly forged the prisoners were brought singly, and by which iron which could break the prison door of his they were rapidly ordered to be put forth to be daughter's husband, and deliver him. "It all massacred, or to be released, or (in a few cases) tended to a good end, my friend; it was not to be sent back to their cells. That, presented mere waste and ruin. As my beloved child by his conductors to this Tribunal, he had an- was helpful in restoring me to myself, I will be nounced himself by name and profession as hav- helpful now in restoring the dearest part of hering been for eighteen years a secret and an un- self to her; by the aid of Heaven I will do it!" accused prisoner in the Bastile. That one of Thus Doctor Manette. And when Jarvis Lorthe body so sitting in judgment had risen and ry saw the kindled eyes, the resolute face, the identified him; and that this man was Defarge. calm strong look and bearing of the man whose That hereupon he had ascertained, through life always seemed to him to have been stopped, the registers on the table, that his son-in-law like a clock, for so many years, and then set was among the living prisoners, and had plead-going again with an energy which had lain dored hard to the Tribunal-of whom some mem- mant during the cessation of its usefulness, he bers were asleep and some awake, some dirty with murder and some clean, some sober and Greater things than the Doctor had at that some not-for his life and liberty. That, in the time to contend with would have yielded befirst frantic greetings lavished on himself as a fore his persevering purpose. While he kept notable sufferer under the overthrown system, himself in his place, as a physician whose busiit had been accorded him to have Charles Dar-ness was with all degrees of mankind, bond and nay brought before the lawless Court and ex-free, rich and poor, bad and good, he used his amined. That he seemed on the point of be- personal influence so wisely that he was soon ing at once released, when the tide in his favor met with some unexplained check (not intelligible to the Doctor), which led to a few words of secret conference. That the man sit believed. the inspecting physician of three prisons, and among them of La Force. He could now assure Lucie that her husband was no longer confined alone, but was mixed with the general |