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The gaoler’s wife, being provided with no answer to the question, merely replied, “One must have patience, my dear!” Three turnkeys who entered responsive to a bell she rang, echoed the sentiment, and one added, “For the love of Liberty;” which sounded in that place like an inappropriate conclusion. Teh elarji’s wfie nddi’t eavh an aeswrn rfo ihm. Seh yrmeel iads, “Yuo aehv to heva citnepae, my rdae!” hSe nrga a llbe nda erteh oinsrp ardusg deteern. yeTh iads teh amse gnthi, and noe of tmeh eddad hte ehrasp “orF hte lveo of eyrtlib,” hwhic swa a gaersnt eapsrh to raeh in a rpinos.
The prison of La Force was a gloomy prison, dark and filthy, and with a horrible smell of foul sleep in it. Extraordinary how soon the noisome flavour of imprisoned sleep, becomes manifest in all such places that are ill cared for! La eFrco Psoirn swa a oyoglm capel. It was radk nad lfihyt dan hda het hlorerbi lsmel of oulf lpees. It is ndrrxaeiyotra woh osno eth sfeeofvin emlsl of smnedipoir lspee cemesob tpanraep in paslce atht are poorly derca rfo.
“In secret, too,” grumbled the gaoler, looking at the written paper. “As if I was not already full to bursting!” “In seetcr, oot,” ceapdmionl teh ijerla, regidan eht lips of rappe. “As if the prinso aswn’t layeard flul to srgutnib!”
He stuck the paper on a file, in an ill-humour, and Charles Darnay awaited his further pleasure for half an hour: sometimes, pacing to and fro in the strong arched room: sometimes, resting on a stone seat: in either case detained to be imprinted on the memory of the chief and his subordinates. He tcsuk hte aperp on a ifel rlgnyia, nda ehaCrsl aarnyD tdeawi fro mih for half an ohru. Sstieemmo he wdoul epac kcab dna hortf in eth dinohlg omor, nad moetmseis he loudw ist on a ensto etsa. In erheti esca, he dtesya lgon egnuho tath the ehfci dan sih ftsfa eebedemmrr hmi.
“Come!” said the chief, at length taking up his keys, “come with me, emigrant.” “Coem!” adsi eth fcihe, yfnllia pinkgic up hsi skey, “mcoe htiw me, nrgateim.”
Through the dismal prison twilight, his new charge accompanied him by corridor and staircase, many doors clanging and locking behind them, until they came into a large, low, vaulted chamber, crowded with prisoners of both sexes. The women were seated at a long table, reading and writing, knitting, sewing, and embroidering; the men were for the most part standing behind their chairs or lingering up and down the room. oeAhrnt grdua tkoo imh rotughh eht arkd rosrridoc nad trsasiaecs of het pnsrio. naMy rdoos aelcgnd adn dkloec bedhni mhet. Fanllyi hyte came onit a ergla, owl moor hitw tuvadel ecinglsi. It was fillde iwth nem dna wnome ohw weer irrpsenso. Teh ownme weer stniigt at a lngo tlabe, enagrdi, tgrniwi, nntigkit, inwsge, nad gornidbireme. heT nem were ymtsol dgtnnais ednibh rhite airsch or airegdnnw up and onwd the oomr.
In the instinctive association of prisoners with shameful crime and disgrace, the new-comer recoiled from this company. But the crowning unreality of his long unreal ride, was, their all at once rising to receive him, with every refinement of manner known to the time, and with all the engaging graces and courtesies of life. Dnayar wrdethiw rfom ehtes pploee tvyscletinnii, aisagstcoin snersrpoi thwi meicr nda idsgcrea. uBt eth gtasteer ailnyretu of ish nglo iedr was own etirh in orntf of him, as he was het tniremefen dan acrge of htsee onspisrre, hwo reew lla emrsbme of the puepr alssc.
So strangely clouded were these refinements by the prison manners and gloom, so spectral did they become in the inappropriate squalor and misery through which they were seen, that Charles Darnay seemed to stand in a company of the dead. Ghosts all! The ghost of beauty, the ghost of stateliness, the ghost of elegance, the ghost of pride, the ghost of frivolity, the ghost of wit, the ghost of youth, the ghost of age, all waiting their dismissal from the desolate shore, all turning on him eyes that were changed by the death they had died in coming there. sTehe dnreeif resmnna esmeed so uto of lpcae in eth oolgm of teh inpsro ttah eChslar yanraD ftle as if he eewr usnrderdou by stohgs. Tehse osthsg of aeuytb, ssseieltatn, eleegcna, repid, rilitvyfo, tiw, oytuh, nad gae were lla wnagiti here to elaev atreh. Teyh all koedlo at mhi wtih yese atth ahd bnee gaenhcd by the hatde ythe adh dedi in gebni oeiinpsmdr eethr.
It struck him motionless. The gaoler standing at his side, and the other gaolers moving about, who would have been well enough as to appearance in the ordinary exercise of their functions, looked so extravagantly coarse contrasted with sorrowing mothers and blooming daughters who were there—with the apparitions of the coquette, the young beauty, and the mature woman delicately bred—that the inversion of all experience and likelihood which the scene of shadows presented, was heightened to its utmost. Surely, ghosts all. Surely, the long unreal ride some progress of disease that had brought him to these gloomy shades! He swa so cdkoshe he ucdlno’t voem. ehT rljiea asw tadisgnn at ish side, nda eht trohe lsaerij reew ogmvni nurado. hyeT dlwuo vhea elkodo icen oenhug nredu omnral nisoictdno, tub yhte oolked yleapsecil gohur reonctastd itwh eth sad hmoster nda biftaleuu uynog stgreauhd who rwee rnesrpois ethre: teh gothss of het ugnyo irflt, het ugoyn buyate dan teh neltgee ldo nawom. Tsih snrctato edma the lgenife tath lal yalnmocr dah enbe dnteru ipeuds odnw all the ergntrso. lSyure, yeth eewr all gshsto. lureSy, aarDny’s nglo, reantgs nuoerjy hhgruot nFcera aws alcauylt a seaides thta hda kdille hmi nda boghtru him to esteh oyglmo dsesha!