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h stirred and flickered in flames of faces at most doors and windows。 Yet； no one had followed them； and no man spoke when they entered the wine…shop； though the eyes of every man there were turned upon them。
‘Good…day； gentlemen！' said Monsieur Defarge。
It may have been a signal for loosening the general tongue。 It elicited an answering chorus of ‘Good…day！'
‘It is bad weather； gentlemen；' said Defarge； shaking his head。 Upon which； every man looked at his neighbour； and then all cast down their eyes and sat silent。 Except one man； who got up and went out。
‘My wife；' said Defarge aloud； addressing Madame Defarge： ‘I have travelled certain leagues with this good mender of roads； called Jacques。 I met him……by accident……a day an half's journey Out of Paris。 He is a good child； this mender of roads； called Jacques。 Give him to drink； my wife！'
A second man got up and went out。 Madame Defarge set wine before the mender of roads called Jacques； who doffed his blue cap to the pany； and drank。 In the breast of his blouse he carried some coarse dark bread； he ate of this between whiles； and sat munching and drinking near Madame Defarge's counter。 A third man got up and went out。
Defarge refreshed himself with a draught of wine……but； he took less than was given to the stranger； as being himself a man to whom it was no rarity……and stood waiting until the countryman had made his breakfast。 He looked at no one present； and no one now looked at him； not even Madame Defarge； who had taken up her knitting； and was at work。
‘Have you finished your repast； friend？' he asked； in due season。
‘Yes； thank you。'
‘e； then！ You shall see the apartment that I told you you could occupy。 It will suit you to a marvel。'
Out of the wine…shop into the street； out of the street into a courtyard； out of the courtyard up a steep staircase； out of the staircase into a garret……formerly the garret where a white…haired man sat on a low bench； stooping forward and very busy； making shoes。
No white…haired man was there now； but； the three men were there who had gone out of the wine…shop singly。 And between them and the white…haired man afar off； was the one small link； that they had once looked in at him through the chinks in the wail。
Defarge closed the door carefully； and spoke in a subdued voice：
‘Jacques One； Jacques Two； Jacques Three！ This is the witness encountered by appointment； by me； Jacques Four。
He will tell you all。 Speak； Jacques Five！
The mender of roads； blue cap in hand； wiped his swarthy forehead with it； and said； ‘Where shall I mence； monsieur？'
‘mence；' was Monsieur Defarge's not unreasonable reply； ‘at the mencement。'
‘I saw him then； messieurs；' began the mender of roads； a year ago this running summer； underneath the carriage of the Marquis； hanging by the chain。 Behold the manner of it。 I leaving my work on the road； the sun going to bed； the carriage of the Marquis slowly ascending the hill； he hanging by the chain……like this。'
Again the mender of roads went through the whole performance； in which he ought to have been perfect by that time； seeing that it had been the infallible resource and indispensable entertainment of his village during a whole year。
Jacques One struck in； and asked if he had ever seen the man before？
‘Never；' answered the mender of roads； recovering his perpendicular。
Jacques Three demanded how he afterwards recognised him then？
‘By his tall figure；' said the mender of roads； softly； and with his finger at his nose。 ‘When Monsieur the Marquis demands that evening；； ‘‘Say； what is he like？'' I make response； ‘‘Tall as a spectre。'''
‘You should have said； short as a dwarf；' returned Jacques Two。
‘But what did I know？ The deed was not then acplished； neither did he confide in me。 Observe！ Under those circumstances even； I do not offer my testimony。 Monsieur the Marquis indicates me with his finger； standing near our little fountain； and says； ‘‘To me！ Bring that rascal！'' My faith； messieurs； I offer nothing。'
‘He is right there； Jacques；' murmured Defarge； to him who had interrupted。 ‘Go on！'
‘Good！' said the mender of roads； with an air of mystery。 ‘The tall man is lost； and he is sought……how many months？ Nine； ten； eleven？'
‘No matter； the number；' said Defarge。 ‘He is well hidden； but at last he is unluckily found。 Go on！'
‘I am again at work upon the hillside； and the sun is again about to go to bed。 I am collecting my tools to descend to my cottage down in the village below； where it is already dark； when I raise my eyes； and see ing over the hill six soldiers。 In the midst of them is a tall man with his arms bound……tied to his sides……like this！'
With the aid of his indispensable cap； he represented a man with his elbows bound fast at his hips； with cords that were knotted behind him。
‘I stand aside； messieurs； by my heap of stones； to see the soldiers and their prisoner pass （for it is a solitary road； that； where any spectacle is well worth looking at）； and at first； as they approach； I see no more than that they are six soldiers with a tall man bound； and that they are almost black to my sight……except on the side of the sun going to bed where they have a red edge； messieurs。 Also； I see that their long shadows are on the hollow ridge on the opposite side of the road； and are on the hill above it； and are like the shadows of giants。 Also； I see that they are covered with dust； and that the dust moves with them as they e； tramp； tramp！ But when they advance quite near to me； I recognise the tall man； and he recognises me。 Ah； but he would be well content to precipitate himself over the hillside once again； as on the evening when he and I first encountered； close to the same spot！'
He described it as if he were there； and it was evident that he saw it vividly； perhaps he had not seen much in his life。
‘I do not show the soldiers that I recognise the tall man； he does not show the soldiers that he recognises me； we do it； and we know it； with our eyes。 ‘‘e on！'' says the chief of that pany； pointing to the village； ‘‘bring him fast to his tomb！'' and they bring him faster。 I follow。 His arms are swelled because of being bound so tight； his wooden shoes are large and clumsy； and he is