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双城记 查尔斯·狄更斯-第章

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ne…shop; had received from the watchful police such heads of information concerning Doctor Manette's imprisonment; release; and history; as should serve him for an introduction to familiar conversation with the Defarges; and tried them on Madame Defarge; and had broken down with them signally。 He always remembered with fear and trembling; that that terrible woman had knitted when he talked with her; and had looked ominously at him as her fingers moved。 He had since seen her; in the Section of Saint Antoine; over and over a gain produce her knitted registers; and denounce people whose lives the guillotine then surely swallowed up。 He knew; as every one employed as he was did; that he was never safe; that flight was impossible; that he was tied fast under the shadow of the axe; and that in spite of his utmost tergiversation and treachery in furtherance of the reigning terror; a word might bring it down upon him。 Once denounced; and on such grave grounds as had just now been suggested to his mind; he foresaw that the dreadful woman of whose unrelenting character he had seen many proofs; would produce against him that fatal register; and would quash his last chance of life。 Besides that all secret men are men soon terrified; here were surely cards enough of one black suit; to justify the holder in growing rather livid as he turned them over。
‘You scarcely seem to like your hand;' said Sydney; with the greatest posure。 ‘Do you play?'
‘I think; sir;' said the spy; in the meanest manner; as he turned to Mr。 Lorry; ‘I may appeal to a gentleman of your years and benevolence; to put it to this other gentleman; so much your junior; whether he can under any circumstances reconcile it to his station to play that Ace of which he has spoken。 I admit that I am a spy; and that it is considered a discreditable station……though it must be filled by somebody; but this gentleman is no spy; and why should he so demean himself as to make himself one?'
‘I play my Ace; Mr。 Barsad;' said Carton; taking the answer on himself; and looking at his watch; ‘without any scruple in a very few minutes。'
‘I should have hoped; gentlemen both;' said the spy; always striving to hook Mr。 Lorry into the discussion; ‘that your respect for my sister………'
‘I could not better testify my respect for your sister than by finally relieving her of her brother;' said Sydney Carton。
‘You think not; sir?'
‘I have thoroughly made up my mind about it。'
The smooth manner of the spy; curiously in dissonance with his ostentatiously rough dress; and probably with his usual demeanour; received such a check from the inscrutability of Carton;……who was a mystery to wiser and honester men than he;……that it faltered here and failed him。 While he was at a loss; Carton said; resuming his former air of contemplating cards:
‘And indeed; now I think again; I have a strong impression that I have another good card here; not yet enumerated。 That friend and fellow…Sheep; who spoke of himself as pasturing in the country prisons; who was he?'
‘French。 You don't know him;' said the spy quickly。
‘French; eh!' repeated Carton; musing; and not appearing to notice him at all; though he echoed his word。 ‘Well; he may be。'
‘Is; I assure you;' said the spy; ‘though it's not important。' ‘Though it's not important;' repeated Carton in the same mechanical way……'though it's not important No; it's not important。 No。 Yet I know the face。'
‘I think not。 I am sure not。 It can't be;' said the spy。
‘It……can't……be;' muttered Sydney Carton; retrospectively; and filling his glass (which fortunately was a small one) again。 ‘Can't……be。 Spoke good French。 Yet like a foreigner; I thought?'
‘Provincial;' said the spy。
‘No。 Foreign!' cried Carton; striking his open hand on the table; as a light broke clearly on his mind。 ‘Cly! Disguised; but the same man。 We had that man before us at the Old Bailey。'
‘Now; there you are hasty; sir;' said Barsad; with a smile that gave his aquiline nose an extra inclination to one side; ‘there you really give me an advantage over you。 Cly (who I will unreservedly admit; at this distance of time; was a partner of mine) has been dead several years。 I attended him in his last illness。 He was buried in London; at the church of Saint Pancras…in…the…Fields。 His unpopularity with the blackguard multitude at the moment prevented my following his remains; but I helped to lay him in his coffin。'
Here; Mr。 Lorry became aware; from where he sat; of a most remarkable goblin shadow on the wall。 Tracing it to its source; he discovered it to be caused by a sudden extraordinary rising and stiffening of all the risen and stiff hair on Mr。 Cruncher's head。
‘Let us be reasonable;' said the spy; ‘and let us be fair。 To show you how mistaken you are; and what an unfounded assumption yours is; I will lay before you a certificate of Cly's burial; which I happen to have carried in my pocket…book;' with a hurried hand he produced and opened it; ‘ever since。 There it is。 Oh; look at it; look at it! You may take it in your hand; it's no forgery。'
Here; Mr。 Lorry perceived the reflection on the wall to elongate; and Mr。 Cruncher rose and stepped forward。 His hair could not have been more violently on end; if it had been that moment dressed by the Cow with the crumpled horn in the house that Jack built。
Unseen by the spy; Mr。 Cruncher stood at his side; and touched him on the shoulder like a ghostly bailiff。
‘That there Roger Cly; master;' said Mr。 Cruncher; with a taciturn and iron…bound visage。 ‘So you but him in his coffin?' 
‘I did。'
‘Who took him out of it?'
Barsad leaned back in his chair; and stammered; ‘What do you mean?'
‘I mean;' said Mr。 Cruncher; ‘that he warn't never in it。 No! Not he! I'll have my head took off; if he was ever in it。'
The spy looked round at the two gentlemen; they both looked in unspeakable astonishment at Jerry。
‘I tell you;' said Jerry; ‘that you buried paving…stones and earth in that there coffin。 Don't go and tell me that you buried Cly。 It was a take in。 Me and two more knows it。'
‘How do you know it?'
‘What's that to you? Ecod!' growled Mr。 Cruncher; ‘it's you I have got a old grudge again; is it; with your shameful impositions upon tradesmen! I'd catch hold o
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