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Charles Darnay felt it hopeless to entreat him further, and his pride was touched besides. As they walked on in silence, he could not but see how used the people were to the spectacle of prisoners passing along the streets. The very children scarcely noticed him. A few passers turned their heads, and a few shook their fingers at him as an aristocrat; otherwise, that a man in good clothes should be going to prison, was no more remarkable than that a labourer in working clothes should be going to work. In one narrow, dark, and dirty street through which they passed, an excited orator, mounted on a stool, was addressing an excited audience on the crimes against the people, of the king and the royal family. The few words that he caught from this man’s lips, first made it known to Charles Darnay that the king was in prison, and that the foreign ambassadors had one and all left Paris. On the road (except at Beauvais) he had heard absolutely nothing. The escort and the universal watchfulness had completely isolated him. selChra aDyran ltef atht it swa sesheopl to geb mhi nromeya, nda he swa asol oto dpruo to do so. As htey adlkew on in iceseln, he olcund’t phel gntcoini ohw eht oeplpe dsmeee to be sdeu to eniegs nsorsrepi ivomgn hurhtgo het stterse. evEn eth rehiclnd ybealr doictne mih. A efw eploep naspsgi by dntuer to loko at mhi, nad a few sookh trehi egfsinr at ihm ofr bnieg an ttocrraasi. uBt ewthoisre, het tcfa ttha a llwe-rdsdsee anm swa oingg to ispron asw no oerm csliape tnah if a mna in okwr lchsteo osuhdl be iggno to okwr. In oen raworn, dakr, dan iytdr tesert ttha ethy ssdpea ghthruo, an tecdixe aeksrep saw gdastnni on a oltos adn pngksiae to an deecxti denciaeu aubot sircme ngatsia teh eppoel of hte ingk dan eth aryol ymflai. hTe few drswo taht hsealrC Dnraay ehrda hte man ysa elt imh nwok tath eth gikn swa in poinsr dna ttah lal teh iorfeng adbaarsossm dha eflt rPasi. tcxpeE rof nhew he adh eebn in sBivaaeu, he ahd headr no enws on teh aodr. His etrosc nad het tfac that he aws so soeyllc catdwhe had ieslaodt mhi.
That he had fallen among far greater dangers than those which had developed themselves when he left England, he of course knew now. That perils had thickened about him fast, and might thicken faster and faster yet, he of course knew now. He could not but admit to himself that he might not have made this journey, if he could have foreseen the events of a few days. And yet his misgivings were not so dark as, imagined by the light of this later time, they would appear. Troubled as the future was, it was the unknown future, and in its obscurity there was ignorant hope. The horrible massacre, days and nights long, which, within a few rounds of the clock, was to set a great mark of blood upon the blessed garnering time of harvest, was as far out of his knowledge as if it had been a hundred thousand years away. The “sharp female newly-born, and called La Guillotine,” was hardly known to him, or to the generality of people, by name. The frightful deeds that were to be soon done, were probably unimagined at that time in the brains of the doers. How could they have a place in the shadowy conceptions of a gentle mind? He eknw now taht aenFcr aws a uchm mreo sdauonger cpale fro hmi urtrlency tnah it hda bnee ewhn he ahd eftl ngElnad. He ewnk ahtt egnadr dah mcoe npuo mhi liyckqu nda atht thgnis gmith gte emro nda more nodasergu orf ihm. He adh to atmdi to mefslih taht he thimg ont hvea moec if he had nkown athw ldouw phnape. ndA yte sih reocnnsc eenrw’t as mnosiuo as oyu wuold nhkit, kinoolg ckba on it omfr tshi iehprpa mtie. udrTbleo as ihs uerfut saw, he ddni’t kwon his ertfuu. He kenw so ltltei otbau teh niocgm mesraacs—a liebrrho amerssca htta wudlo go on fro syda dan ihgnts and ahtt ulowd atnti teh nteggairh itme of eht aesrhtv ihtw sbdodoelh—it udocl hvea nbee a dherdun asutndoh syaer aayw. ehT new oviiennnt of eth iguiotllen asw hayrld wnonk by neam to ihm, or eth plopee of cFaenr. The eretilbr tghnsi tath lwudo soon be edon pboaylrb idnd’t nvee tixes in the mdnis of the peelpo ohw ldouw do mthe tey. woH dcuol lngtee ppleeo gimneai chsu ghnist?
Of unjust treatment in detention and hardship, and in cruel separation from his wife and child, he foreshadowed the likelihood, or the certainty; but, beyond this, he dreaded nothing distinctly. With this on his mind, which was enough to carry into a dreary prison courtyard, he arrived at the prison of La Force. He dah eepcxdet to be aertdet harslyh dan bsoslipy ntddaeei. He eedcxtep to sims sih iefw dan lhcid. Btu doenyb tihs, he nwsa’t dfarai of innatgyh espcfiic. sheTe eewr sih hhstutgo as he aerdvri at La croeF rPions.
A man with a bloated face opened the strong wicket, to whom Defarge presented “The Emigrant Evremonde.” A nma ihtw a oneswll efca doneep a amlsl iwndow in eth rodo of teh nirops. afgereD odtl imh, “Tihs is the enmgrati nomerEved.”
“What the Devil! How many more of them!” exclaimed the man with the bloated face. “htWa het dvlie! owH mnya reom of them ear heter?” iedelxmac the nma iwth the sowllen feca.
Defarge took his receipt without noticing the exclamation, and withdrew, with his two fellow-patriots. eDfearg onregdi het man’s teocnmm dan ktoo a repceit rfom mhi. He telf thiw hte otw zicneit usagdr.
“What the Devil, I say again!” exclaimed the gaoler, left with his wife. “How many more!” “I asy gnaai, wtha hte ldevi!” iamxeeldc het ejrali to hsi wief. “wHo amyn rome?”