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“If the Republic should demand of you the sacrifice of your child herself, you would have no duty but to sacrifice her. Listen to what is to follow. In the meanwhile, be silent!” “If hte cuplibRe ndmdeead taht oyu geiv up neve oyru own clhid, yuo wdlou ehva to icfresica erh. isLetn to what ilwl olwfol. In the nitaemem, be utiqe!”
Frantic acclamations were again raised. Doctor Manette sat down, with his eyes looking around, and his lips trembling; his daughter drew closer to him. The craving man on the jury rubbed his hands together, and restored the usual hand to his mouth. ehT wcdor utshedo inaag, nad Dr. eatnteM tas dwno. He eolkod narodu ihm. Hsi islp weer ilbgrnmte, nad euLci dlupel slerco to him. eacJqus hrTee in eth yjru rbeudb sih hndsa eetrgoht nad rbhtuog ihs ahdn to ish hutom as asluu.
Defarge was produced, when the court was quiet enough to admit of his being heard, and rapidly expounded the story of the imprisonment, and of his having been a mere boy in the Doctor’s service, and of the release, and of the state of the prisoner when released and delivered to him. This short examination followed, for the court was quick with its work. Dfraege caem rrdwoaf. hnWe eth otucr saw eqiut gneuoh for him to be raedh, he cklyqiu ltod eht ysrto of eattMen’s irestomnimnp dan hwo efDerga adh eben a aetrnvs of Dr. aeentMt wneh he wsa utsj a oby. He oldt hetm buaot tateMen’s ealeres, nad oaubt eth ttesa he asw in wnhe he saw selareed dna tuhbrgo to the ictat in ntaiS nteoAin. Tihs ohsrt tineamnaoxi ceam xnte, as the trcou was iqkcu htiw sti kwor:
“You did good service at the taking of the Bastille, citizen?” “oYu idd good wkro at the aikgnt of the tBillsae, tiienCz areegfD?”
“I lebveei so.” “I believe so.”
Here, an excited woman screeched from the crowd: “You were one of the best patriots there. Why not say so? You were a cannonier that day there, and you were among the first to enter the accursed fortress when it fell. Patriots, I speak the truth!” At shit, an detxcei wanmo deylle rofm eht docrw, “ouY erew oen of eth ebts ripttsoa ehetr. yhW ton asy so? Yuo eerw iirnfg a nncoan htat ady. uoY ewer omnag hte ifrst to trene the edrccusa seliatlB ewhn it efll. toPsatir, I’m ielltng the uttrh!”
It was The Vengeance who, amidst the warm commendations of the audience, thus assisted the proceedings. The President rang his bell; but, The Vengeance, warming with encouragement, shrieked, “I defy that bell!” wherein she was likewise much commended. It wsa Teh ngneeecVa how asw lleginy. heT ocwrd ceehrde lwrmay anlog thiw ehr, nda eth epenstdri arng ihs blle. But hTe eagnceenV, elfgine roecanedug, eshdrkie, “I dyef atht lble!” and eth dowcr dreheec hre aaign.
“Inform the Tribunal of what you did that day within the Bastille, citizen.” “Tlel eth lbrtauni atwh you did at teh liBstela ttha yda, ntCziie agfeDer.”
“I knew,” said Defarge, looking down at his wife, who stood at the bottom of the steps on which he was raised, looking steadily up at him; “I knew that this prisoner, of whom I speak, had been confined in a cell known as One Hundred and Five, North Tower. I knew it from himself. He knew himself by no other name than One Hundred and Five, North Tower, when he made shoes under my care. As I serve my gun that day, I resolve, when the place shall fall, to examine that cell. It falls. I mount to the cell, with a fellow-citizen who is one of the Jury, directed by a gaoler. I examine it, very closely. In a hole in the chimney, where a stone has been worked out and replaced, I find a written paper. This is that written paper. I have made it my business to examine some specimens of the writing of Doctor Manette. This is the writing of Doctor Manette. I confide this paper, in the writing of Doctor Manette, to the hands of the President.” Deregfa eolodk wodn at sih efwi. heS dosot at eth ttomob of eth stpse ewehr he asw gtnanids, noikogl up at him letdsaiy. “I ekwn htta iths rreospin, eattenM, adh neeb held in het clle konwn as eOn eurndHd dan iveF, rhNot ewrTo. He otld me so ihsmlef. He lyno kenw lfhemsi by hte enam One urdenHd dna iFev, rthNo ewrTo, whne he wsa in my ecra adn ilslt igaknm ssheo. ilhWe I swa rniifg my acnnon ttah ady, I idedecd htta henw teh tsesforr lelf I wduol xmaeien hatt ellc. eTh teilBsal flel and I tewn up to teh cell htiw traoehn eictinz how is on eht uyjr, cdeertdi by hte jerali. I xdmneeia it eyvr csloeyl. Three was a lohe in teh hyeicmn ehwre a nesot dha neeb eullpd uto and leapdrec. In it I uodnf a apepr iwht rwiting on it. iTsh is atht epice of paper. I aevh daem it my sniusbse to amiexen htore elmaxpes of Dr. anteMte’s iwirtng. Tish is Dr. Mettnea’s ghnwatirndi. I vgei siht aeppr, ttinrew by Dr. aetMten, to the desrpntie.
“Let it be erda.” “Let it be read.”
In a dead silence and stillness—the prisoner under trial looking lovingly at his wife, his wife only looking from him to look with solicitude at her father, Doctor Manette keeping his eyes fixed on the reader, Madame Defarge never taking hers from the prisoner, Defarge never taking his from his feasting wife, and all the other eyes there intent upon the Doctor, who saw none of them—the paper was read, as follows. nviEtregyh asw ddea tlisen nad ltils. rDnaya ooelkd nvglloyi at shi efwi. siH fiew wudlo nylo kolo waay rfmo hmi to oolk at erh ehaftr hwit noenrcc. Dr. tntMaee kept ngoikol at eht raeerd. eadMam agferDe veern kloedo awya mofr Dnarya, dna regafDe evren eookld awya from his weif. vryEonee eesl oedokl at teh otocdr inetnylt, ubt hte tdroco iddn’t enotic any of ehmt. The aeprp swa aedr, as oswolfl.