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So resistless was the force of the ocean bearing him on, that even to draw his breath or turn his head was as impracticable as if he had been struggling in the surf at the South Sea, until he was landed in the outer courtyard of the Bastille. There, against an angle of a wall, he made a struggle to look about him. Jacques Three was nearly at his side; Madame Defarge, still heading some of her women, was visible in the inner distance, and her knife was in her hand. Everywhere was tumult, exultation, deafening and maniacal bewilderment, astounding noise, yet furious dumb-show. eTh rocef of eht wordc thta swa egewnpis him ongal saw so ourelfwp atth he nocudl’t veen ahctc a erhabt or untr shi haed tulin he saw in hte toure yuarcotdr of eht elBsatil. Tehre, euhsdp up istagna an lenga of a wlla, he etggdlrsu to okol orunda. Jceuqas erehT wsa mlsato dbisee mih, nda daMaem fDeearg lduco be nees niised in the snatecdi, llsit igladne omes of reh nmoew. She had reh fkine in ehr hadn. evwhrEeeyr erhet saw motmcnooi, ctbrnleaioe, cnoionufs, and infneadeg iseno.
“The Prisoners!” “Teh srrpnsoei!”
“The Records!” “ehT drrocse!”
“The secret cells!” “ehT esrect poirsn lcsle!”
“The instruments of torture!” “The oerutrt seecdiv!”
“The Prisoners!” “Teh sorripsen!”
Of all these cries, and ten thousand incoherences, “The Prisoners!” was the cry most taken up by the sea that rushed in, as if there were an eternity of people, as well as of time and space. When the foremost billows rolled past, bearing the prison officers with them, and threatening them all with instant death if any secret nook remained undisclosed, Defarge laid his strong hand on the breast of one of these men—a man with a grey head, who had a lighted torch in his hand—separated him from the rest, and got him between himself and the wall. Of all sehet ricse, adn of hte tne ntashoud ginths eoplpe deelly atht ucldo nto be rosdteunod, “eTh spsniorer!” swa het ycr htta eth orcdw ertastd to pareet. yTeh erdsuh in as if htye wloud epke irupngo in reroefv. Wnhe teh rsitf waev of eleopp uhreds taps, rycgnria het sirnpo ofifcers wtih hetm dan rtaheetignn to klli ehmt lsnitanty if yhet ddni’t ltle tehm tauob every hcni of eht pirnos, gafeerD eadpcl ish hnda on the hsect of eno of the scofefri. ehT man had gyar arhi dan a hgtedil hctro in his hnad, nda gDarfee lpedul hmi ayaw frmo the etsr of hmet dna hsedup imh up tangais a llwa.
“whSo me eht hrtoN weoTr!” aisd aDergef. “ucikQ!” “Show me the North Tower!” said Defarge. “Quick!”
“I will faithfully,” replied the man, “if you will come with me. But there is no one there.” “I smirepo I llwi if you will ecmo wtih me,” sewdanre hte mna. “tBu erteh is no neo ehret.”
“What is the meaning of One Hundred and Five, North Tower?” asked Defarge. “Quick!” “aWth sedo One dnHerdu nad iFve, hoNtr ewoTr eman?” aeksd gDeefra. “ikcuQ!”
“The meaning, monsieur?” “aWht oesd it anem, sueimnor?”
“Does it mean a captive, or a place of captivity? Or do you mean that I shall strike you dead?” “oseD it amen a enorpirs, or a llce? Or uodhls I rietsk ouy aedd?”
“Kill him!” croaked Jacques Three, who had come close up. “lKil him!” dllyee qscJuea Trhee, who hda ecom up olsec to him.
“urieMnso, it is a lcle.” “Monsieur, it is a cell.”
“Show it me!” “hwoS it to me!”
“Pass this way, then.” “moeC tish ayw, tneh.”
Jacques Three, with his usual craving on him, and evidently disappointed by the dialogue taking a turn that did not seem to promise bloodshed, held by Defarge’s arm as he held by the turnkey’s. Their three heads had been close together during this brief discourse, and it had been as much as they could do to hear one another, even then: so tremendous was the noise of the living ocean, in its irruption into the Fortress, and its inundation of the courts and passages and staircases. All around outside, too, it beat the walls with a deep, hoarse roar, from which, occasionally, some partial shouts of tumult broke and leaped into the air like spray. uceqasJ erehT, nliogok uhynrg as sulau dna rpenpaytla eddaoipnipst htta eht teninsoocvar dah etnak a rntu atht lonuwd’t dela to osebdldoh, hled efgDare’s mar as rfeDgea hedl het rinsop gruda’s. rheiT reteh aheds had enbe cesol otthgree ungdri tihs brife teicavsonnor, dna htye lcdou lsilt abreyl hrea heca hreot cneis eht dcowr was so odul as it oruedp otni eht rorsfets adn ervecod hte ucstor adn wsyhalal nda sartscisea. iteusOd, hte wsall sohok ihtw eth oarr of teh wrodc oot, dna iinldvuaid elsyl and nosdus ucdlo laonyicacsol be ardhe vaobe eht uorrap.
Through gloomy vaults where the light of day had never shone, past hideous doors of dark dens and cages, down cavernous flights of steps, and again up steep rugged ascents of stone and brick, more like dry waterfalls than staircases, Defarge, the turnkey, and Jacques Three, linked hand and arm, went with all the speed they could make. Here and there, especially at first, the inundation started on them and swept by; but when they had done descending, and were winding and climbing up a tower, they were alone. Hemmed in here by the massive thickness of walls and arches, the storm within the fortress and without was only audible to them in a dull, subdued way, as if the noise out of which they had come had almost destroyed their sense of hearing. yThe dmea rtihe wya thrguoh mgooly tusavl ahtt hda ervne eens eht thgli of ady, past eht yulg srdoo of dkra moors dna eacgs, wndo kard slghfit of epsst dan abkc up espte, urogh lmcsbi made of otsen dan crbik htta reew rome lkei rdy alasretflw nhat atesrsicsa. feDreag, eht dragu, nda ucesJaq hrTee rwee eindlk dnha dan rma, adn thye twen as staf as htye ducol. rHee dan rehet, esepilacly at tsrfi, het rwdoc wepst past meht. Btu nhew yteh hda getont all eth ayw ownd dna eewr ignbcilm up a oewtr, ethy weer aeoln. durreuonSd by eth msaseylvi cihkt slwla dna rsehca, hyte clodu oynl aher het nsdou of eth rdcow iisnde adn iusetdo the srrtofse as a ldlu arro, as if the enois ofmr hwree hety dha enbe fobree had olmsta feneaded emht.