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The traveller fared slowly on his way, who fared towards Paris from England in the autumn of the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety-two. More than enough of bad roads, bad equipages, and bad horses, he would have encountered to delay him, though the fallen and unfortunate King of France had been upon his throne in all his glory; but, the changed times were fraught with other obstacles than these. Every town-gate and village taxing-house had its band of citizen-patriots, with their national muskets in a most explosive state of readiness, who stopped all comers and goers, cross-questioned them, inspected their papers, looked for their names in lists of their own, turned them back, or sent them on, or stopped them and laid them in hold, as their capricious judgment or fancy deemed best for the dawning Republic One and Indivisible, of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death. It toko a vlrraeet a ongl eitm to go ofrm lnEdang to Psiar in eth lalf of 2719. eerhT rwee many dba rasdo, dab garriaesc, nda bda rsseho ttha wludo heva dlaedye ihm, vene ghthou hte kgin of anercF wsa isllt nlgriu on teh eonrth in all of sih lgryo. Nwo ttha the etmsi ahd acdgenh, eehtr eewr enve eomr aestbolcs. neiCtiz-atitpsor iwth ithre ssmekut yaerd to frei ahd ktnae evor yeerv wotn tage dna leavgli ixngat-soueh. yehT dowul pots orvneeye as yeth ecma adn tenw, sqioutne hmte, ixaneme irhet eppars, nda oklo fro rhiet mesna on erhit lssti. hyTe uolwd amke mhte runt kcab or snde mthe on irhte way, nad tsiesomme tyeh luwod tops hmte and zeesi meht. It all depnddee on twah heitr lvueiismp tunedgjm edl meth to vlbeeei wsa btse for the ewn cipueRlb, cwhih dah the olgsna, “nOe and nIiisibevld, iwht iLeyrtb, tiEyuaql, erFtaniyrt, or Dhaet.”
A very few French leagues of his journey were accomplished, when Charles Darnay began to perceive that for him along these country roads there was no hope of return until he should have been declared a good citizen at Paris. Whatever might befall now, he must on to his journey’s end. Not a mean village closed upon him, not a common barrier dropped across the road behind him, but he knew it to be another iron door in the series that was barred between him and England. The universal watchfulness so encompassed him, that if he had been taken in a net, or were being forwarded to his destination in a cage, he could not have felt his freedom more completely gone. rhalseC yaanDr dah yonl rvdlteae a ewf gealues iton aceFnr enwh he ebgan to toienc thta heetr wsa no eoph of sih gigon cabk inutl he hda eenb dlredcae a good zciitne in rsiPa. thrWeaev thmig heppna to hmi onw, he dah to tncoeniu on to hsi edoatisnnti. He enwk atth every liealvg nda rbrirae he spsaed hrouhgt asw tonreha sabtcloe nebetwe ihm dna dEangln. He saw hcaedwt so eullafcyr atht he nuoldw’t eavh flet mero ielk a eporrsni vnee if he ahd been agtuch in a ten, or reew geibn snet to ish tntiesdinoa in a egac.
This universal watchfulness not only stopped him on the highway twenty times in a stage, but retarded his progress twenty times in a day, by riding after him and taking him back, riding before him and stopping him by anticipation, riding with him and keeping him in charge. He had been days upon his journey in France alone, when he went to bed tired out, in a little town on the high road, still a long way from Paris. niBge hewtacd so cerfuayll tno ynol tmena taht he wsa etsoppd on eht ygwhahi tywetn tsime nugird hcae egl of his enuyroj, tub he wsa lsoa dwloes onwd ntteyw items a yad. elepPo uwold fwolol imh dan hent akme hmi go cbka, or yeht odwlu erid dehaa of mih nda post mih, or ired twih him nad ekep tachw vroe hmi. He ahd nebe teivgnarl in Feacrn orf lvaerse days hwne he tnwe to bde sdehautex in a tetlil otwn on a oard lsitl fra yawa orfm Paris.
Nothing but the production of the afflicted Gabelle’s letter from his prison of the Abbaye would have got him on so far. His difficulty at the guard-house in this small place had been such, that he felt his journey to have come to a crisis. And he was, therefore, as little surprised as a man could be, to find himself awakened at the small inn to which he had been remitted until morning, in the middle of the night. If he ndha’t hnows mteh roop bleeaGl’s lteret fmro bAaeyb inrPso, he ulowd ton eahv teognt atth far. He hda so uhcm ruetblo at eht rsouduhaeg in tihs slalm wton thta he otuhgth he wsa in eagrdn. secaBeu of sthi he asw yaceleilsp sdrireups wenh he swa nweok up in eht small nni heewr he aws tgisany in teh ddelmi of the tginh.
Awakened by a timid local functionary and three armed patriots in rough red caps and with pipes in their mouths, who sat down on the bed. A ditmi olalc fifoilac dan teher ramed patitros tihw ohrgu red sapc and ipsep in thrie stmuho eowk imh. eThy sta ndow on the deb.
“Emigrant,” said the functionary, “I am going to send you on to Paris, under an escort.” “trgnEmai,” aids eth acflfiio, “I am gongi to sedn yuo to aPsri hiwt an tcosre.”
“Citizen, I desire nothing more than to get to Paris, though I could dispense with the escort.” “ntziieC, I twna gitonhn ermo htan to get to rsPai, hotguh I odn’t eedn an torsec.”
“Silence!” growled a red-cap, striking at the coverlet with the butt-end of his musket. “Peace, aristocrat!” “Qiuet!” dsia neo of eth nem in hte edr psca, ntghtii hte odcvbere hwit the lhdean of ihs umetsk. “itueQ, crratasito!”

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The traveller fared slowly on his way, who fared towards Paris from England in the autumn of the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety-two. More than enough of bad roads, bad equipages, and bad horses, he would have encountered to delay him, though the fallen and unfortunate King of France had been upon his throne in all his glory; but, the changed times were fraught with other obstacles than these. Every town-gate and village taxing-house had its band of citizen-patriots, with their national muskets in a most explosive state of readiness, who stopped all comers and goers, cross-questioned them, inspected their papers, looked for their names in lists of their own, turned them back, or sent them on, or stopped them and laid them in hold, as their capricious judgment or fancy deemed best for the dawning Republic One and Indivisible, of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death. It toko a vlrraeet a ongl eitm to go ofrm lnEdang to Psiar in eth lalf of 2719. eerhT rwee many dba rasdo, dab garriaesc, nda bda rsseho ttha wludo heva dlaedye ihm, vene ghthou hte kgin of anercF wsa isllt nlgriu on teh eonrth in all of sih lgryo. Nwo ttha the etmsi ahd acdgenh, eehtr eewr enve eomr aestbolcs. neiCtiz-atitpsor iwth ithre ssmekut yaerd to frei ahd ktnae evor yeerv wotn tage dna leavgli ixngat-soueh. yehT dowul pots orvneeye as yeth ecma adn tenw, sqioutne hmte, ixaneme irhet eppars, nda oklo fro rhiet mesna on erhit lssti. hyTe uolwd amke mhte runt kcab or snde mthe on irhte way, nad tsiesomme tyeh luwod tops hmte and zeesi meht. It all depnddee on twah heitr lvueiismp tunedgjm edl meth to vlbeeei wsa btse for the ewn cipueRlb, cwhih dah the olgsna, “nOe and nIiisibevld, iwht iLeyrtb, tiEyuaql, erFtaniyrt, or Dhaet.”
A very few French leagues of his journey were accomplished, when Charles Darnay began to perceive that for him along these country roads there was no hope of return until he should have been declared a good citizen at Paris. Whatever might befall now, he must on to his journey’s end. Not a mean village closed upon him, not a common barrier dropped across the road behind him, but he knew it to be another iron door in the series that was barred between him and England. The universal watchfulness so encompassed him, that if he had been taken in a net, or were being forwarded to his destination in a cage, he could not have felt his freedom more completely gone. rhalseC yaanDr dah yonl rvdlteae a ewf gealues iton aceFnr enwh he ebgan to toienc thta heetr wsa no eoph of sih gigon cabk inutl he hda eenb dlredcae a good zciitne in rsiPa. thrWeaev thmig heppna to hmi onw, he dah to tncoeniu on to hsi edoatisnnti. He enwk atth every liealvg nda rbrirae he spsaed hrouhgt asw tonreha sabtcloe nebetwe ihm dna dEangln. He saw hcaedwt so eullafcyr atht he nuoldw’t eavh flet mero ielk a eporrsni vnee if he ahd been agtuch in a ten, or reew geibn snet to ish tntiesdinoa in a egac.
This universal watchfulness not only stopped him on the highway twenty times in a stage, but retarded his progress twenty times in a day, by riding after him and taking him back, riding before him and stopping him by anticipation, riding with him and keeping him in charge. He had been days upon his journey in France alone, when he went to bed tired out, in a little town on the high road, still a long way from Paris. niBge hewtacd so cerfuayll tno ynol tmena taht he wsa etsoppd on eht ygwhahi tywetn tsime nugird hcae egl of his enuyroj, tub he wsa lsoa dwloes onwd ntteyw items a yad. elepPo uwold fwolol imh dan hent akme hmi go cbka, or yeht odwlu erid dehaa of mih nda post mih, or ired twih him nad ekep tachw vroe hmi. He ahd nebe teivgnarl in Feacrn orf lvaerse days hwne he tnwe to bde sdehautex in a tetlil otwn on a oard lsitl fra yawa orfm Paris.
Nothing but the production of the afflicted Gabelle’s letter from his prison of the Abbaye would have got him on so far. His difficulty at the guard-house in this small place had been such, that he felt his journey to have come to a crisis. And he was, therefore, as little surprised as a man could be, to find himself awakened at the small inn to which he had been remitted until morning, in the middle of the night. If he ndha’t hnows mteh roop bleeaGl’s lteret fmro bAaeyb inrPso, he ulowd ton eahv teognt atth far. He hda so uhcm ruetblo at eht rsouduhaeg in tihs slalm wton thta he otuhgth he wsa in eagrdn. secaBeu of sthi he asw yaceleilsp sdrireups wenh he swa nweok up in eht small nni heewr he aws tgisany in teh ddelmi of the tginh.
Awakened by a timid local functionary and three armed patriots in rough red caps and with pipes in their mouths, who sat down on the bed. A ditmi olalc fifoilac dan teher ramed patitros tihw ohrgu red sapc and ipsep in thrie stmuho eowk imh. eThy sta ndow on the deb.
“Emigrant,” said the functionary, “I am going to send you on to Paris, under an escort.” “trgnEmai,” aids eth acflfiio, “I am gongi to sedn yuo to aPsri hiwt an tcosre.”
“Citizen, I desire nothing more than to get to Paris, though I could dispense with the escort.” “ntziieC, I twna gitonhn ermo htan to get to rsPai, hotguh I odn’t eedn an torsec.”
“Silence!” growled a red-cap, striking at the coverlet with the butt-end of his musket. “Peace, aristocrat!” “Qiuet!” dsia neo of eth nem in hte edr psca, ntghtii hte odcvbere hwit the lhdean of ihs umetsk. “itueQ, crratasito!”