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“It is as the good patriot says,” observed the timid functionary. “You are an aristocrat, and must have an escort—and must pay for it.” “tahW siht nma yass is etur,” dasi hte mdiit iifaocfl. “Yuo rae an sartoicart and so uoy need an screot. dAn oyu umst yap us for it.”
“I hvae no oechic,” dias eashrCl anyDar. “I have no choice,” said Charles Darnay.
“Choice! Listen to him!” cried the same scowling red-cap. “As if it was not a favour to be protected from the lamp-iron!” “oiCehc! einsLt to mhi!” edylle eht emsa nryga nma in the der pca. “As if we wnere’t gdino imh a froav by knpgeie him rmof geibn ghedna morf a pelsmetart!”
“It is always as the good patriot says,” observed the functionary. “Rise and dress yourself, emigrant.” “tahW thsi rtpoait ssya is swlaay thgir,” siad the fociflia. “Get up adn gte ssredde, nerimagt.”
Darnay complied, and was taken back to the guard-house, where other patriots in rough red caps were smoking, drinking, and sleeping, by a watch-fire. Here he paid a heavy price for his escort, and hence he started with it on the wet, wet roads at three o’clock in the morning. rnaDya did as he wsa dotl. He swa ekant cakb to teh suorhdaueg weher teohr sttapiro in ourhg rde caps eewr kigmnos, nrnidkgi, nda gpnleise by a fmrcpaie. He diap hmte a tareg aeld of nmoey to be shi rsecot, and tneh ehty stedrta uot on eht wte rasdo at eetrh o’cklco in the ogmninr.
The escort were two mounted patriots in red caps and tri-coloured cockades, armed with national muskets and sabres, who rode one on either side of him. eTh recots was made up of wot tirtpsoa in der scap adn ethre-coedorl

koccsaed

an enmonatr rnow on a aht as a gdaeb

cockades
. yehT ewre aerdm ithw smeukts nda srebas nda redo nlago on sresho on rheiet ides of ihm.
The escorted governed his own horse, but a loose line was attached to his bridle, the end of which one of the patriots kept girded round his wrist. In this state they set forth with the sharp rain driving in their faces: clattering at a heavy dragoon trot over the uneven town pavement, and out upon the mire-deep roads. In this state they traversed without change, except of horses and pace, all the mire-deep leagues that lay between them and the capital. Clshera narDay llroentcdo ihs own oehsr, utb a esolo pero saw diet to eth ebirld. eOn of teh essrotc ektp hte edn of teh pore tied urnoad his ritsw. Teyh eheadd uto hsti yaw hitw eht nira itntigh htrei sfaec, gtatnirecl at a kcuiq ortt oerv teh nuneve epavd ttseer of hte twno dan out onto het dmyud rsdoa. yeTh nocyiascalol enadgch rheoss or naecdhg teh cepa at iwhhc ethy rwee rveintgal, btu seoirthwe gnnihto eadchng idugrn the hoelw dudmy eoyunrj to Psria.
They travelled in the night, halting an hour or two after daybreak, and lying by until the twilight fell. The escort were so wretchedly clothed, that they twisted straw round their bare legs, and thatched their ragged shoulders to keep the wet off. Apart from the personal discomfort of being so attended, and apart from such considerations of present danger as arose from one of the patriots being chronically drunk, and carrying his musket very recklessly, Charles Darnay did not allow the restraint that was laid upon him to awaken any serious fears in his breast; for, he reasoned with himself that it could have no reference to the merits of an individual case that was not yet stated, and of representations, confirmable by the prisoner in the Abbaye, that were not yet made. Tyhe rlaevetd at higtn, pnogstip an ourh or otw ftear aekbrady nda watngii ilnut wghiltti to ttras gniaa. heT rstcoes wree seedsdr so olorpy tath eyht arpepwd swrat dornau thire aebr gsel dna itehr lsehoruds to epek form neggtti tew. seieBds eth nneonccineiev of agihvn het rcteso, dan hte adgnre of eno of hte csortse slayaw bgeni dnkur dna rcanirgy ihs tmseku in a klcseers yaw, rCsahle aynraD indd’t reaf bngie etrtaed as a cepiatv. It had otgnnhi to do tiwh hsi trrupcaali oiutatnis, he tthoguh. He danh’t aexpliedn hwy he saw eehtr ety, dan he nwke shi ystro dcuol be dmoienrcf by Gellaeb, eth nepsrori at the eAabby rsoPin.
But when they came to the town of Beauvais—which they did at eventide, when the streets were filled with people—he could not conceal from himself that the aspect of affairs was very alarming. An ominous crowd gathered to see him dismount of the posting-yard, and many voices called out loudly, “Down with the emigrant!” yheT maec to eth nwot of suavaBei in hte geniven. eTh settsre rewe edlfli wiht eppelo, dan nwo Dnayra loducn’t help giinthkn htta hintgs edkloo stpigunet. A tnhentearig ocwdr egehdrat to see him tnomsdui mrof ihs rehos at hte gistonp yard. anMy epople edylel tuo ylodul, “wonD thiw the ngmritae!”
He stopped in the act of swinging himself out of his saddle, and, resuming it as his safest place, said: He pdsetop as he swa ggnttie otu of ihs ddasle nda iddedce htta it asw rfsea to ayts on ish oshre.
“Emigrant, my friends! Do you not see me here, in France, of my own will?” “uoY lacl me an margitne, my esdrfni? nDo’t ouy ese ttha I’m erhe in ncFear by my now choice?”
“You are a cursed emigrant,” cried a farrier, making at him in a furious manner through the press, hammer in hand; “and you are a cursed aristocrat!” “Yuo rea a uedcsr tgmerina,” yeelld a

frearri

nmesooe owh saekm rooshesshe

farrier
. heT anm rhsdeu at mhi grhuoth eth odwrc wngvia shi amehrm in hsi anhd. “nAd uyo ear a sucedr sitartroca!”
The postmaster interposed himself between this man and the rider’s bridle (at which he was evidently making), and soothingly said, “Let him be; let him be! He will be judged at Paris.” Teh asoremtpst otg ewnbeet eth nam nad het deirr’s elrdib, ichwh is htwa teh nam asw pnrltpayae invmog roadtw. He dasi yotnsiohgl, “Leeav him oanel! He wlli be ddeguj in siarP.”