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‘Hah！ Evrémonde has an assignation elsewhere。 Lucie； her child。 English。 This is she？'
She and no other。
‘Kiss me； child of Evrémonde。 Now； thou hast kissed a good Republican； something new in thy family； remember it！ Sydney Carton。 Advocate。 English。 Which is he？'
He lies here； in this corner of the carriage。 He； too； is pointed out。
‘Apparently the English advocate is in a swoon？'
It is hoped he will recover in the fresher air。 It is represented that he is not in strong health； and has separated sadly from a friend who is under the displeasure of the Republic。
‘Is that all？ It is not a great deal； that！ Many are under the displeasure of the Republic； and must look out at the little window。 Jarvis Lorry。 Banker。 English。 Which is he？'
‘I am he。 Necessarily； being the last。'
It is Jarvis Lorry who has replied to all the previous questions。 It is Jarvis Lorry who has alighted and stands with his hand on the coach door； replying to a group of officials。 They leisurely walk round the carriage and leisurely mount the box； to look at what little luggage it carries on the roof； the country…people hanging about； press nearer to the coach doors and greedily stare in； a little child； carried by its mother； has its short arm held out for it； that it may touch the wife of an aristocrat who has gone to the Guillotine。
‘Behold your papers； Jarvis Lorry； countersigned。'
‘One can depart； citizen？'
‘One can depart。 Forward； my postilions！ A good journey！'
‘I salute you； citizens。……And the first danger passed！'
These are again the words of Jarvis Lorry； as he clasps his hands； and looks upward。 There is terror in the carriage； there is weeping； there is the heavy breathing of the insensible traveller。
‘Are we not going too slowly？ Can they not be induced to go faster？' asks Lucie； clinging to the old man。
‘It would seem like flight； my darling。 I must not urge them too much； it would rouse suspicion。'
‘Look back； look back； and see if we are pursued！'
‘The road is clear； my dearest。 So far； we are not pursued。'
Houses in twos and threes pass by us； solitary farms； ruinous buildings； dye…works； tanneries； and the like； open country； avenues of leafless trees。 The hard uneven pavement is under us； the soft deep mud is on either side。 Sometimes； we strike into the skirting mud； to avoid the stones that clatter us and shake us； sometimes we stick in ruts and sloughs there。 The agony of our impatience is then so great； that in our wild alarm and hurry we are for getting out and running……hiding……doing anything but stopping。
Out of the open country； in again among ruinous buildings； solitary farms； dye…works； tanneries； and the like； cottages in twos and threes； avenues of leafless trees。 Have these men deceived us； and taken us back by another road？ Is not this the same place twice over？ Thank Heaven； no。 A village。 Look back； look back； and see if we are pursued！ Hush！ the posting…house。
Leisurely； our four horses are taken out； leisurely； the coach stands in the little street； bereft of horses； and with no likelihood upon it of ever moving again； leisurely； the new horses e into visible existence； one by one； leisurely； the new postilions follow； sucking and plaiting the lashes of their whips； leisurely； the old postilions count their money； make wrong additions； and arrive at dissatisfied results。 All the time； our overfraught hearts are beating at a rate that would far outstrip the fastest gallop of the fastest horses ever foaled。
At length the new postilions are in their saddles； and the old are left behind。 We are through the village； up the hill； and down the hill； and on the low watery grounds。 Suddenly）'； the postilions exchange speech with animated gesticulation； and the horses…are pulled up； almost on their haunches。 We are pursued。
‘Ho！ Within the carriage there。 Speak then！'
‘What is it？' asks Mr。 Lorry； looking out at window。
‘How many did they say？
‘I do not understand you。'
‘ At the last post。 How many to the Guillotine to…day？'
‘Fifty…two。'
‘I said so！ A brave number！ My fellow…citizen here would have it forty…two； ten more heads are worth having。 The Guillotine goes handsomely。 I love it。 Hi forward。 Whoop！'
The night es on dark。 He moves more； he is beginning to revive； and to speak intelligibly； he thinks they are still together； he asks him； by his name； what he has in his hand。 D pity us； kind Heaven； and help us！ Look out； look out； and see if we are pursued。
The wind is rushing after us； and the clouds are flying after us； and the moon is plunging after us； and the whole wild night is in pursuit of us； but； so far we are pursued by nothing else。
CHAPTER XIV
The Knitting Done
IN that same juncture of time when the Fifty…Two awaited their fate； Madame Defarge held darkly ominous council with The Vengeance and Jacques Three of the Revolutionary Jury。 Not in the wine…shop did Madame Defarge confer with these ministers； but in the shed of the wood…sawyer； erst a mender of roads。 The sawyer himself did not participate in the conference； but abided at a little distance； like an outer satellite who was not to speak until required； or to offer an opinion until invited。
‘But our Defarge；' said Jacques Three； ‘is undoubtedly a good Republican？ Eh？'
‘There is no better；' the voluble Vengeance protested in her shrill notes； ‘in France。
‘Peace； little Vengeance；' said Madame Defarge； laying her hand with a slight frown on her lieutenant's lips； ‘hear me speak。 My husband； fellow…citizen； is a good Republican and a bold man； he has deserved well of the Republic； and possesses its confidence。 But my husband has his weaknesses； and he is so weak as to relent towards this Doctor。'
‘It is a great pity；' croaked Jacques Three； dubiously shaking his head； with his cruel fingers at his hungry mouth； ‘it is not quite like a good citizen； it is a thing to regret。
‘See you；' said madame； ‘I care nothing for this Doctor； I。 He may wear his head or lose it； for any interest I have in him； it is all one to me。 But； the Evrémonde people are to be exterminated； and the wife and child must follow the husband and father。'
‘She has a fine head for it；' croaked Jacques Three。 ‘I have seen blue eyes and golden hair t