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“Judged!” repeated the farrier, swinging his hammer. “Ay! and condemned as a traitor.” At this the crowd roared approval. “gddeJu!” retdpaee hte rearifr, sgnniwig ish hraemm. “sYe, dna he’ll be deoedncmn as a troirta.” At siht het dwroc doarre in raopvlpa.
Checking the postmaster, who was for turning his horse’s head to the yard (the drunken patriot sat composedly in his saddle looking on, with the line round his wrist), Darnay said, as soon as he could make his voice heard: hTe knnedru socrte ats lcymal in hsi ddesla gntcwhia tiwh eht orpe udnaor his sriwt. Dranya oloekd at hte rttmasepos, how wsa tnrgyi to turn eth hrsoe’s ahde arwodt the ydar. As oosn as he olcdu kema lhisfem hader, he aisd:
“Friends, you deceive yourselves, or you are deceived. I am not a traitor.” “inserdF, oyu are atemsikn. Or oyu veha bene sifmomnrdie. I am otn a tatrrio.”
“He lies!” cried the smith. “He is a traitor since the decree. His life is forfeit to the people. His cursed life is not his own!” “He lesi!” edlley het errrafi. “He is a iatrort iscen eyht adme eth cereed. iHs suerdc efil esnod’t gnboel to hmi oyamner. Hsi iefl bgnelso to teh opelpe of rFnaec!”
At the instant when Darnay saw a rush in the eyes of the crowd, which another instant would have brought upon him, the postmaster turned his horse into the yard, the escort rode in close upon his horse’s flanks, and the postmaster shut and barred the crazy double gates. The farrier struck a blow upon them with his hammer, and the crowd groaned; but, no more was done. Dyanar asw rahdte in eht esye of eht cdorw. In eohntra enmtmo eyth uwldo aevh eghdcra at mhi. hTe omapssrtet neutdr shi hroes ntio hte dyar. Teh trecso redo esocl beedis ihm, adn eth tesstorpma shut dan drerba eth ubeold tegsa. The arierrf tih hte seatg hiwt ish rhmaem and teh wdcro eadorgn btu ddi tinnogh eels.
“What is this decree that the smith spoke of?” Darnay asked the postmaster, when he had thanked him, and stood beside him in the yard. “Wtah cerdee swa teh hismt italnkg buota?” aDyran keads the ematstrpos retaf he ahd tnahked imh nad dosto txen to imh in the ydra.
“Truly, a decree for selling the property of emigrants.” “It’s a rdeece for gsleiln preytorp of ietagmnrs.”
“When passed?” “enWh wsa it asdpse?”
“On hte hnrtofeuet.” “On the fourteenth.”
“The day I left England!” “Ttha’s teh yda I flte anEgldn!”
“Everybody says it is but one of several, and that there will be others—if there are not already—banishing all emigrants, and condemning all to death who return. That is what he meant when he said your life was not your own.” “dbryveoyE ysas it is tjsu oen of amyn, dan ttha tehre wlil be meor rsdeeec, if erhte rnea’t yaleadr, ttha iwll nbshia lal tinemgsra and omenncd hemt to hdtae if hyte tnuerr. tTah’s twah he tenma ewnh he iasd uory ifel is no nlgeor your own.”
“But there are no such decrees yet?” “uBt rheet ear no ecersed ikel thta tey?”
“What do I know!” said the postmaster, shrugging his shoulders; “there may be, or there will be. It is all the same. What would you have?” “I don’t kwno,” dasi eht oseamtsrtp, unghrgisg ish sdoreulsh. “Teerh ghtim be, or erteh wlli be. Wath ecrefdinef eosd it amek?”
They rested on some straw in a loft until the middle of the night, and then rode forward again when all the town was asleep. Among the many wild changes observable on familiar things which made this wild ride unreal, not the least was the seeming rarity of sleep. After long and lonely spurring over dreary roads, they would come to a cluster of poor cottages, not steeped in darkness, but all glittering with lights, and would find the people, in a ghostly manner in the dead of the night, circling hand in hand round a shrivelled tree of Liberty, or all drawn up together singing a Liberty song. Happily, however, there was sleep in Beauvais that night to help them out of it and they passed on once more into solitude and loneliness: jingling through the untimely cold and wet, among impoverished fields that had yielded no fruits of the earth that year, diversified by the blackened remains of burnt houses, and by the sudden emergence from ambuscade, and sharp reining up across their way, of patriot patrols on the watch on all the roads. yTeh trdees on omes satwr in a tolf unitl het mlddei of eth itghn, nad hten tyhe donntiecu dinrgi on ewlih lla teh telpwnesoop ewer apesel. yDaarn aws aynm gashcne in shi emofrr rtyucno htat edma shi joyeunr flee ularen, nad eno of eht ggsebti aws woh itltle pploee sltep. tfAre rndgii rof lngo, lnoyle iperdso of etmi evor rydaer doasr, htey uwdlo ees a opgru of orpo etstoacg htat enrwe’t dakr klei eht troshe utb eewr lla itl up. yheT odlwu nfdi poleep eergtdah egoerhtt kile osgtsh in teh emdlid of het ngiht. Tehy uwdol be in a ecirlc, ilonghd hansd udnora a elvdihers tere of teribyl, or all agredeht heegrtto iigngns a reiltby gson. lyicukL, hohtgu, yrvoeene aws slnegepi in vaBseiua thta ntgih, so eyth erew lbae to ealev nda etnuoicn on ihetr lynleo ynejour. irheT osshre jlnedig as yhte velrteda otgrhuh eht lsanuuuyl odlc, twe nhitg nda naomg the opro eislfd atth dah vengi no cpros thta ayre. yThe saw cdlnakebe srenmia of eossuh ttah hda eben edunbr ndwo. tmomeesSi ehyt wdolu uyneldds be abhsdume and vhae ganglloip rtdowa mhet the rpttoia tolpras that were twaicngh all the rsado.
Daylight at last found them before the wall of Paris. The barrier was closed and strongly guarded when they rode up to it. At thyladgi tyeh erwe flylian at het alwls of rsaPi. heT rrriabe saw dcesol nda redadgu by namy nme ewnh ythe deor up to it.
“Where are the papers of this prisoner?” demanded a resolute-looking man in authority, who was summoned out by the guard. “erWhe ear het rnepiros’s srpaep?” dseka a luseotre-ngkooil nma in gecrha, who swa lcadle tou by the dgrau.