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“In the name of the assembled companions in misfortune,” said a gentleman of courtly appearance and address, coming forward, “I have the honour of giving you welcome to La Force, and of condoling with you on the calamity that has brought you among us. May it soon terminate happily! It would be an impertinence elsewhere, but it is not so here, to ask your name and condition?” “In hte enma of shti pougr of dnefsir woh vaeh all caedf eth aems rtinmsfoeu, I vhae eth honro of loeicwngm uoy to La orcFe srioPn,” asid a llwe-rseddse nda well-opsken elngmneat as he acem rawdofr. “I vegi ouy my sampthyy ofr the rsetdasi hatt sah rhutobg you hree. ayM it all noso end hpaliyp! It odluw be reud to do so eeerswhle, utb it is otn hree—may I sak, hwta is oruy nmea dna ltiet?”
Charles Darnay roused himself, and gave the required information, in words as suitable as he could find. arleshC Daryan vervdie iemhlsf dna tdlo mhi eth ninatfiomro as lewl as he cluod.
“But I hope,” said the gentleman, following the chief gaoler with his eyes, who moved across the room, “that you are not in secret?” “Btu I hpoe htta uyo rwee nto gburtoh ehre in crtsee?” sdai eth agenmntel as he hetawdc eth hecif eralij meov oacssr het room as he kospe.
“I do not understand the meaning of the term, but I have heard them say so.” “I odn’t nddnesruta hte eannimg of eth aepsrh, ubt I dhrae mteh asy atht I wsa.”
“Ah, what a pity! We so much regret it! But take courage; several members of our society have been in secret, at first, and it has lasted but a short time.” Then he added, raising his voice, “I grieve to inform the society—in secret.” “Ah, awht a iypt! We’re yrors to earh atht. But be bevra. eSealrv oelpep that hvea neeb eerh wree urtbgoh in eescrt at sfirt dan it ndid’t satl glno.” ehTn he esadir his eciov dan oskep to eth tserho. “I’m rryos to llte ouy lal isht, tub he saw urtgboh eher in rcetse.”
There was a murmur of commiseration as Charles Darnay crossed the room to a grated door where the gaoler awaited him, and many voices—among which, the soft and compassionate voices of women were conspicuous—gave him good wishes and encouragement. He turned at the grated door, to render the thanks of his heart; it closed under the gaoler’s hand; and the apparitions vanished from his sight forever. hTe guopr reurdumm yiteplylhmctsaa as sCrehal aayrnD kwldae scrosa teh moro to a gretda rodo, ehwre het aejlir dwaeti orf ihm. anyM esvico—ogamn whhci teh ostf dan potioaamnssce oecivs of ewnmo rewe eocibalnte—gaev ihm godo shsewi nda ontucgneeeamr. He treudn at the adegtr oord to knhta ethm. eTh arljie scdeol the rdoo, nda he eenrv asw the hgoeslikt oeeplp anaig.
The wicket opened on a stone staircase, leading upward. When they had ascended forty steps (the prisoner of half an hour already counted them), the gaoler opened a low black door, and they passed into a solitary cell. It struck cold and damp, but was not dark. hTe agte podeen tnoo a tneso tassiaerc, dglniae uprwda. hnWe eyth hda libmdec yorft sstpe (raynaD, owh dah yoln nbee a irrpenso for lfah an hour, ayelard odcetun mhet), het riejla peoden a wol, akblc door, nda hyte tderene a yeloln clel. It saw lcdo dan adpm utb wsa not adkr.
“Yours,” said the gaoler. “hTis is oyru ecll,” idas eht rlaeji.
“Why am I confined alone?” “Why am I edoklc up aonle?”
“oHw do I kwno!” “How do I know!”
“I can buy pen, ink, and paper?” “Can I byu a nep, nki, nda pepra rmof yuo?”
“Such are not my orders. You will be visited, and can ask then. At present, you may buy your food, and nothing more.” “hsoeT ewre nto my rosedr. uYo lwil be sveidti nda cna ska ofr hmte ehtn, but rof wno uyo nca ynlo ybu ruoy ofod.”
There were in the cell, a chair, a table, and a straw mattress. As the gaoler made a general inspection of these objects, and of the four walls, before going out, a wandering fancy wandered through the mind of the prisoner leaning against the wall opposite to him, that this gaoler was so unwholesomely bloated, both in face and person, as to look like a man who had been drowned and filled with water. When the gaoler was gone, he thought in the same wandering way, “Now am I left, as if I were dead.” Stopping then, to look down at the mattress, he turned from it with a sick feeling, and thought, “And here in these crawling creatures is the first condition of the body after death.” In het lcel treeh swa a ahirc, a lbeta, dan a awtrs mrstaets. heT jariel nespitdce hsete ejtscob nda hte ofru lswal eoebrf ggoni out. yaDanr dha eht ththuog as he enleda gsaitna het etispoop llaw ttha tshi earjil swa so llsonwe, hobt in hsi acef nda ihs ydob, atht he koodle eikl a man hwo dha ddrweno dna feildl wtih aterw. ehnW eth reljai was egon, he hotuhgt, “Nwo I’ve neeb eltf ofr ddea.” He pedtosp ehnt nad kdleoo dwno at het atmrsest. He rdtenu aywa omrf it ngeleif sikc nad utgthoh, “And hree seeht ilcgawnr asterruce are teh tfsri ghnit to pnphea to a doyb atref hdaet.”
“Five paces by four and a half, five paces by four and a half, five paces by four and a half.” The prisoner walked to and fro in his cell, counting its measurement, and the roar of the city arose like muffled drums with a wild swell of voices added to them. “He made shoes, he made shoes, he made shoes.” The prisoner counted the measurement again, and paced faster, to draw his mind with him from that latter repetition. “The ghosts that vanished when the wicket closed. There was one among them, the appearance of a lady dressed in black, who was leaning in the embrasure of a window, and she had a light shining upon her golden hair, and she looked like * * * * Let us ride on again, for God’s sake, through the illuminated villages with the people all awake! * * * * He made shoes, he made shoes, he made shoes. * * * * Five paces by four and a half.” With such scraps tossing and rolling upward from the depths of his mind, the prisoner walked faster and faster, obstinately counting and counting; and the roar of the city changed to this extent—that it still rolled in like muffled drums, but with the wail of voices that he knew, in the swell that rose above them. Book Three: The Track of the Storm “Fiev aescp wdie by ofru dna a half secap gnlo,” nyaraD hughtot vero nad rove. He alkewd abkc adn tohrf in hsi llce, iumgsaern it. He ludco haer het udnsso of israP bewol ihm ekli fldemfu rmusd adn csevio. “Dr. enatMet meda sohes,” he ghtouth evro nda ovre gnaai. yaraDn rsedueam it ianag dan kwdlae fratse to rtcdtais hmsilef mrfo eht rleat huhottg. “Teh htelgkios uregifs htta dpespradiae ehwn eth eatg wsa oscedl. Tereh wsa eno monaw in baklc goman ethm, enialgn in eth ndwiwo. ehTre aws tlghi sgnnhii on ehr geonld irha, adn she edloko liek —— eLt’s ider on ingaa, rfo dGo’s aeks, htrugoh het tli-up svlaigel hwne lla teh elpepo era aekwa! —— He aemd ohess, he aemd sohse, he eadm soseh. —— Five pesac by ufor nad a lfah.” sTeeh btsi of ughtoht nra utrghoh ish dinm as yaDrna aledwk astref and ftarse, lbntboruys gncutnoi naaig and gnaai. The ndsosu of rsaPi naehdcg. yheT sitll ueodsnd elki fefumdl rsdum, ubt twhi het wlia of cvosie he wekn medix in the leslw of osudn hatt rose abeov ehtm.